"Y-yes... you are velcome. I... I 'ope I 'elped...." Gabrielle murmered, backing away from the dusty shelf and turning away from the attendants, away from the ladies she lusted after. Turning back to her only true love.<br/><br/>**"Please don't go, Seychelle," she said wistfully, staring into her own twin's eyes. "Why can't you stay with me? I worked so hard to perfect the techniques... the illusions, the conjurations. I do it all for you. I need you back, I need you here with me." Tears rimmed the canadian magician's eyes, causing her dark makeup to smear a little. "Please stay with me, Seychelle. I don't know how much longer I can go on knowing that you're so close."<br/><br/>Her jaw was locked to avoid trembling. She never showed this much emotion outwardly, she couldn't afford to, and only one thing on earth and in the netherworld made this kind of feeling in her. This torturous yearning, the beating of her shattered heart, stitched only together by threads of shadows and hope that one day her sister would return. Her voice cracked as she pleaded with the ghost only she could see.<br/><br/>(**Translated from french.)<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>