Looking To Be Amused (Julian)

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Imara Sophia Deveroux, more commonly known as Immie, was bored. And when Immie was bored it was never a good thing for anyone involved. Why? Well for a few reasons. One of the major reasons being that when Immie was bored, she tended to try and have her own fun. And her own fun usually got herself in trouble or someone else dead. There was no in between when it came to the psychotic red fledgling who couldn’t seem to keep herself sane for more than five minutes at a time. She was just…Immie. And that marked her as more than slightly insane.

She was bored for one specific reason. The Game was over. Immie pouted at that thought. She hated when the Game was over, it left such a lull in her life. SO much planning went into the beginning, not that she had much hand in that, but Julian usually gave her tasks to keep her busy because he too knew of her little quirk of what happened when she got bored. There was also the Game itself where everyone was screaming and afraid and it was so wonderful that she nearly screamed as well, just to join the fun.

Though, she didn’t. Immie was a sadist, after all, not a masochist. She did not enjoy her own pain, just the pain of others.

But the Game had ended, sadly. And the girl had passed it seemed, except for one minor slip up with the one girl but that was apparently to be ignored…and she also left. Without Immie being able to kill her. Now that made Immie pout again because she hated when the innocent ones got to walk away alive. It just plain spoiled all of her fun and left her pouting and unhappy. Like she had been earlier in the night.

Earlier that night she had woken up, entirely restless and pacing her room. She wanted to do something, anything, to break this stupid boredom. She felt like the day before she had had so much to do! But now with the game being done she had nothing, no, no, nothing at all to do. It made her so restless, it did, it did. And now she was stuck. In this house. This empty house because she was not sure where Julian was and the other two, the Snake and Wolf were not in. They did not live here, after all, they were not required to be in.

That left just Immie all by her lonesome. Which was never a good thing.

She pouted at herself in the mirror. She had brushed her black and red hair until it shone earlier out of having nothing else to do, and did not feel like tangling up one of her tiaras in there just yet. She was wearing one of her happy poofy skirts, and one of her usual corsets and her combat boots. That made her happy at least. But that wasn’t enough to keep her occupied. Who let getting dressed keep them occupied? She wasn’t a child, no, no, she wasn’t. She couldn’t sit around playing dress up all day.

She debated reading, as she had as a child often after breaking both of her legs from a fall from a tree. That led her back to her childhood, though. Back to the twins calling her name, back to Sylphie being around, back to her Papa in his study, and her Mama in the kitchen with the cooks preparing something wonderful for dinner. She paused a moment, drinking in the wonderful memory of being a child with not a care.

She missed those days.

That brought her back to these days however. She could always spend her time plotting out her revenge once more and looking into who had done this atrocious thing to herself and her family so many years ago. But she was not in the mood for such plotting and planning, no, no, not just yet she was not. Perhaps later on in the day when she found herself more calmed down and relaxed. She would need to do something in order to exhaust herself fully, however.

She could always go out and feed herself. Which was what she had done. He had been wavering about so funny, she had not been able but to help and snack on him to see what it was that made him stumble about such as that. It had been so odd to her. She was now under the realization that the man she had bitten into and drained to the very last drop had most certainly been drunk. For now she felt the same wavering and giggly, bubbly, feeling as she had seen him showing before she had taken to luring him to her and biting him just for the sake of her own curiousity.

She had giggled the whole way home, not that that was too odd, really. But then she heard the random noises that indicatied that she was no longer alone. She bounced from foot to foot, excited, but then took a moment to think about where this other person could be. A few minutes of listening told her that it had to be Julian, because who else would it be, because no noises of pain were made. And any other person who was in this house was usually making noises of pain if it was not Immie or Julian.

Happily she called out. ”Julian! I am home!” her voice was colored by her thick French accent and that made her giggle once more. Such a silly language, English was, it was so limited to her as well. She disliked using it. But Julian did not know how to speak her native language, and thus she must stick to the silly coarse words that she did not like. With a happy little spin she skipped off towards where she thought he was, wondering where he could be? It was like hide and seek! The thought made her break out into mad laughter again, which echoed all around her as she skipped along, a little bit tipsy in her movements.

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Muse: Epical
Comments: Haha she's drunk again

[Julian Blake]

Julian was upstairs walking in the hallways of his lavish home lost in thought. He just didn't seem to know what to do with himself right now. The Game was over and he was not sure he was happy with how everything had turned out. Actually, he was pretty sure he was unhappy about how things had turned out. It had changed him, of course he was still his malevolent self but he was different now. He was disappointed. The only really big thing he had gotten out of it was he had succeeded in breaking up Seth and his little girlfriend but that was nothing compared to what he had really wanted...

He sighed as he walked along the corridor of his Victorian style home. He looked at the iron light fixtures, and down at the black that was the floor but it didn't fill him with the contentment that it normally would. Everything seemed flat and boring to him and he wasn't used to this type of feeling...This type of disappointment...There wasn't much that he could do about it though, it was over, all of it was over. He sighed.

Oh he could always start a new game but it wouldn't be the same at all. If there was ever a tine where he lost a game he always ended up feeling this way, defeated. Somehow it just seemed worse this time though and he could not stand it. He could not stand to feel so terrible anymore, so he decided he would do something to cheer himself up. He would check on his weapons.

He smoothed his hand over his slicked back blonde hair and moved effortlessly over to his weapons room. His dress shoes made no noise on the carpet and it was a good thing, he liked the quiet right now. It was sort of like he was in mourning, even if that did sound a little melodramatic.

He opened a large oak door and stepped inside the room closing the door behind him. The walls were covered in shiny metal and he took a deep breath trying to breathe in the smell of all the tools he had that he used for torturing. He didn't even feel like doing that right now. What the hell was wrong with him? Julian had never lost his lust for blood before. He always wanted to torture people he always wanted to hear them scream in pain, or scream his name if they were in bed but that was something else entirely.

He sighed and moved over to a very large battle axe on the wall to the right of him and touched the steel feeling the cool metal beneath his fingers. He ran his finger across the edge of it and sliced it, not deeply but just enough to draw some blood. He looked down at his finger and licked off the blood a little. There was nothing of enjoyment in that. Not that there ever was, drinking his own blood held no thrill for him. He sighed. He needed to do something and do something quick before he drove himself insane.

He shook his head moving away from the axe and then leaving the room closing the door behind him with a loud thud. He shook his head and walked down the hall. All he was doing his sighing and shaking his head lately, He needed to get back on his game so that he could be himself, and he didn't know how.

He stepped over to his grand stair case and then started going down it one step by one step. He looked down at the steps and watched them as they disappeared underneath his dress shoes. This is what his life had come to, watching his feet move. He shook his head for maybe the umpteenth time and then walked into his kitchen going into the large fridge he had there and then pouring himself a glass of his best wine.

He took a sip and then he heard something coming from the front of the mansion. Imara. It had to be her. She was the only person who came in here other than Julian and who she or Julian was bringing in for that night. He sighed. She sounded a bit...off. Well maybe she would distract him from all the stupidity going on in his brain at the moment. She could distract him with her insanity. He heard her say that she was home to him and he left the kitchen with his glass and then moved over to the parlor where she would be from coming in.

"Imara...What is the matter with you? Other than the usual things of course." he said with a little bit of a smirk. See that felt good, he felt good when he was insulting someone but it would be no use on her and actually it hadn't felt that good, It was better than how he had been but he felt so off. He looked up at her and noticed how she seemed more off than usual. He had been slightly joking before when he asked saying other than the usual things but now he was pretty sure something was up.

"Imara did you stumble somewhere and hit your head?"he asked taking a sip from the wine, part of him was curious, Part of him didn't care. He just wanted to get out of this funk he was feeling no matter what it took and now matter how long it took. He sighed and looked at her, waiting for her to say something ridiculous like she usually did.


Words: 963
Muse: Gooood
Notes: hes sooo off right now, lol but shes drunk this is amusing.

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Imara Sophia, better known as Immie, giggled as she skipped back into what she so fondly called the Nightmare House. Not that it was so unusual for Immie to be giggling, of course. It wasn’t even a sign that she was a little off. Immie giggled even when she was at the top of her mental state and most seriously functioning almost like a normal human being. Yes, yes she did. It was more the way that she was giggling that gave away that something was off about the insane and feral red fledgling.

There was a hint to them, that spoke to her being not quite stable. And it was evident in the way that she slightly wobbled when she walked, even though she always wore these wonderful boots around and they never made her wobble before, no no they did not. They most certainly did not. She giggled again. And continued her skipping journey into the house, amused by how the world seemed to spin ever so slightly. Now why on earth was it doing that?

It was not another one of her mad little delusions, she knew that much, yes, yes she did. It couldn’t be that. She was very positive that she had been mostly sane before this morning and her delusions usually tended to manifest themselves into her brothers or her sister or her parents, never as something as silly as the world spinning ever so slightly or making her wobble when she walked. She giggled. Wobble. It sounded like waddle which sounded like a duck. Or a penguin. She giggled again, louder this time. English, English, such a silly language with silly words. Of course most of the time she thought in French, this was not the point however. It was silly.

She thought this as she called out to Julian whens he heard that someone else was finally in t he house with her! Oh how wonderful! She had left earlier because she was bored and alone. She had drunken from that wobbly person, and now she was wobbly too. Maybe it was a disease! Or something contagious! She gasped dramatically and then collapsed into giggles once more over her own dramatic movements. How silly, how silly was she. She was so silyl right now, so silly, yes yes she was.

She was happily skipping and dancing about, wondering what it was that had gotten into her, being that she felt odder than she usually did and she wasn’t quite sure why, when Julian actually responded to her calling out to him. It was like magic!

She collapsed into giggles again.

He called her Imara. And she pouted. ”Immie” she said automatically, like she always did before she answered him after he called her Imara. Him calling her by a name he didn’t want her to call her by was always the first thing that she would comment on when she spoke to him. She knew that he did it for two reasons: He disliked the nickname because he thought it was childish, than again what didn’t he think was childish? And because he liked to piss her off, which he did, every time that he called her Imara instead of Immie such as she preferred to be called. He asked what was the matter with her and she blinked, looking up at him with dark red eyes.

How did he knoew that was what she had been trying to figure out?

He couldn’t read her mind. No, no he couldn’t. At least he couldn’t the last time she checked. Maybe that was how he always got her to do as he asked when she would tear out the throat of anyone else who tried to tell her to do half of the things that he tried to tell her to do.


And then he asked if she hit her head.

She pouted, about to answer, and the frowned. Had she? She might have. She wasn’t sure. She didn’t hink she had but who knew really? She had been wobbling all the way home as she skipped and danced, more than a little bit tipsy but she did not realize that it was because she was tipsy, she couldn’t even begin to figure out why she had been wobbling all over the place. SO maybe she had hit her head and didn’t remember it. Was that possible? She ran her fingers through her thick black and red hair but her fingers came back clean, no blood. And despite her appearances sometimes, she was always well bathed, unlike most feral fledglings. Julian wouldn’t stand for otherwise and neither would she, honestly, even dying would not change that odd little quirk with her.

She pouted again. ”Non, non, I do not believe so?” she replied to his question about hitting her head. And then the wobbling man came into her head again and she burst into giggles out of nowhere. She was swinging all over the place. ”I ate a wobbly man though, yes, yes I did” she said, unable to help the mad giggles that wouldn’t stop. She nearly fell over….and then she did. Right on her butt. She blinked. She hadn’t expected to lose her balance like that. How did she lose her balance? She hadn’t even rememberd starting to fall.

Oops.

No more wobbly men. She should stay away from those, yes, yes she should.

Words: 933
Muse: Okay
cOMMENTS: sHES A NUT.

[Julian Blake]

There was nothing worse than a bored and unhappy sadist. Well nothing worse for any person he decided would be a victim. Julian didn't think people had much to worry about though. Julian wasn't in mood to go and torture people though. Which was odd for him. Julian was always in the mood to torture people it gave him the most joy out of everything he ever did. Not including sex of course but that was a completely different story. Julian didn't want to feel this way. Julian wanted to feel better. How could he though? Things didn't go his way and when things didn't go his way he was less than happy.

He sighed as once again the events went through his mind. He hated this. He hated this so much. Even his weapons couldn't cheer him up and make him feel any less listless. He wanted to feel so much better. He wanted to go back to wanting to hurt people and not wanting to just roam around his vast mansion and do absolutely nothing with it. He got no joy out of anything anymore and he really wanted to fix it. He really wanted to just...he really wanted to stop being some who was so ruled by what he felt.

When had he become such a person? He wasn't. Things didn't go right with his last game and he didn't know whether or not he was going to do another one. What was the point? What would be the point of doing a game if the fact of the matter was that it never went the way he wanted. He never got the innocent one to be his. He never ever got who he wanted. He either had to kill them or they just didn't want him they thought that he was a monster...

He was. He knew that. Most of the time he liked that. That was what he wanted, that was who he was and he was happy with it. He owned the fact that he had a monster inside of him. Just sometimes he wished his monster inside of him would make him better. Would make him get what he wanted...

He sighed. What the fuck was he thinking? He needed to just stop and go back to his normal way of thinking. Kill or be killed. That was the way things were. He needed to just keep thinking that and things would just go back to normal that way as long as he thought it. As long as he thought that things would go back to normal then that would mean that they would go back to normal....

No matter how much he repeated that to himself though, Julian just could not seem to believe it. He wanted too, oh he wanted too but he just could not believe it. He knew that things were fucked up right now and he knew that he really had no way to fix them and that was part of what was giving him the feeling of floating and the feeling of just being listlessly there. He wanted it gone but he knew that it would be easier said than done.

He sighed and then he had come down stairs wondering what he was going to do to make himself feel less bored and less not like himself and that had been when Imara had come home. It wasn't that he had forgotten about his partner or anything. She was of course his partner in all of this but he just was feeling so like his head was anywhere other than where it needed to be that he didn't even know anything anymore. Wasn't that just pathetic?

When he had walked over to her though the biggest thing he had noticed was the way that she was acting. She was weirder than usual and she was usually pretty weird. She made a comment at him because he had called her Imara rather than Immie but that was something that he always did. He shook his head not feeling like actually giving her the satisfaction of saying her name the way she wanted him to say it. It really wasn't his problem and he was so not in the mood to deal with it.

He asked if she had hit her head mostly as a joke and then she actually thought about it and said no. It was what she said next that completely caught his attention. She said she had ate a wobbly man. Julian raised an eyebrow. A wobbly man? Why would a man be wobbling?

Julian chuckled. Oh no. She was acting a lot stranger than usual and she had eaten a wobbly man. Imara was drunk. He laughed a bit, laughed holding onto his stomach. Oh this was too good.

"You're drunk. Good for you Immie" For once he did actually use her name that she liked being called by mostly because he was amused.

'Come on...Let's go find something interesting for your drunken mind to do.He grinned a bit and then walked over to the stairs waiting for her to try and drunkenly get her to go up the stairs with him. He wondered if he could get her to do something crazy while drunk...who was he kidding she would do something crazy either way not that it mattered to Julian. He wanted amusement and Immie being drunk was about as amusing as things were going to get.

Words: 942
Muse: Faded but there
Notes: Hes odd

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

She giggled wildly, not sure why she was finding everything so wonderfully funny but she just was. Everything seemed to be far too amusing to her right now, though she couldn’t pinpoint why exactly that was, no, no she couldn’t. She was trying though. She was, she was. Immie wasn’t sure, but she would figure it out. Somehow. She knew it wasn’t abnormal for her to be giggling, most people that didn’t know her well probably didn’t even notice that anything was wrong about her right now. Most people were not Julian though.

She didn’t notice that he seemed off, that wasn’t her priority. He was the details man in this duo, not her. She was the one who carried out the evil deeds more than happily. Not that she didn’t have a brain to figure it out, she just didn’t chose to because it bored her to bother with such things. She had called out into the Nightmare House when she had heard someone else around and about in this place, and like magic he had appeared! These thoughts made her collapse into silly little giggles once more, yes yes they did. She tended to giggle over just about anything though, this was nothing too abnormal to be concerned over.

He didn’t reply to her saying he should call her Immie, and she pouted a little but the facial expression felt so funny on her face that she giggled again, instead he had asked her if she had hit her head. She had gone over it in her own head, because perhaps she had. She hadn’t felt this funny or this wobbly before she had gone out into the city. But instead she came to the conclusion that that couldn’t be it! She had instead told Julian about the wobbly man.

And then she felt herself start to wobble, and next thing she knew she had fallen over. Unladylike, she hadn’t bothered with silly things like arranging her legs in the poofy skirt that she wore, but she wasn’t really thinking about that. She was too busy giggling and watching the world spin around her like such a silly thing. Why was it doing that? She didn’t know why, no, no she didn’t. It just seemed to keep whirling around and around and she couldn’t figure out why.

Julain spoke, from where he was, and he caught her attention like he always managed to, though she couldn’t tune into him for long, and right now it was even worse because she felt even more spacey than she usually did. Yes, yes she did. She couldn’t figure out why. Julian called her drunk and her face screwed up a little in it’s confusion, her lips pulling to one side, her nose wrinkling slightly, her eyebrows pulled together. It was almost a comical sight to see on her tiny little face, if it weren’t for the ruby red eyes making everything she did seem a little more deadly than it would on anyone else.

”Quest-ce que ca veut dire drunk” she asked in French, her English slipping because she always thought in French, and being that she was, in fact, drunk she couldn’t entirely force her tongue around the rough English like she could when she was sober. It was her default to go back to French unless she really thought about it. She had been speaking French for fourteen of her eighteen years of life, after all. Why would she bother with English if she did not have to? She only bothered with it because Julian could not speak French.

Of course, that was usually all the more reason to speak French.

She collapsed into giggles once more, this time flopping back to lay on the very nice rug that covered the floor of the room she was in. For a moment, she found that she couldn’t remember what room she was in. Instead Immie distracted herself reaching up to attempt to touch the candelabra which was oh so very high above her but she figured if the room was wobbling, she could totally manage to grab the silly little thing that hung above her.

This was all turned irrelevant of Julian’s words of course.

She giggled and sat up then, liking his idea! Yes, yes she did. Something interesting! She had been lacking something interesting to do, that was why she had gone out of the house today, yes, yes it had been. Not like she couldn’t normally leave the house. They weren’t doing a game, and Julian didn’t seem inclined to want to do another game for some time, so Immie didn’t need to behave herself in any sense of the word, she could do as she pleased and not fear from any consequences, she didn’t have to worry about leading people back to them or suspicion.

So she could do what she wanted!

But something interesting sounded like such fun, such fun. ”Oui!” she said happily, and then she knew she had to stand in order to do this. She attempted to get up but it didn’t work. She scowled at her feet and legs. They wouldn’t seem to get under her right in order to let her get up like she should be able to. She was a red fledgling! She should be able to stand on her own! She pouted and huffed. She looked up and Julian and took a moment to remember how to say what she wanted to say in English, he couldn’t understand her otherwise. ”Julian, I cannot stand” she said with a huffy and pouty voice, like a child.

Drunk or not, however, Immie was always a child.

Words: 996
Muse: Okay
Comments: Sorry, failish

[Julian Blake]

Julian wanted so badly to be amused. He hated this between games feeling, the long went on, the longer Julian grew restless. A restless animal was a dangerous one. He thought about it with a grin. He was a completely restless little animal that was waiting to come out and play, Not that he would have the opportunity to do so. He was completely stuck in this house, doomed to do nothing until another game started and what fun would that be to just wait around his lavish home and do nothing? Hurt nothing? Kill nothing? Sleep with nothing? Julian sighed with the thought of the monotony.


That was another thing that he could not bare. Boredom. Julian hated being bored. Animals did not like boredom, they were just waiting to be able to pounce on something and they could not. He sighed, he didn't even know what he was thinking about anymore because he was so bored and so stuck in the stupid mood of not being in any game and not having anyone to go after that he was just itching in his own skin trying so hard to just get out of it.

He had not expected to Find Immie in the state that she had been in when he had found her that moment. He never quite knew what to do when it came to Immie though, she was one of the oddest people he had ever met in his life, but he needed her and would continue to have her here until he no longer needed her anymore, than she would no longer be his problem and he would carry on with his life. Until then he was pretty much stuck with her. Which was something he was still trying to come to terms with.

So when he hand found out that she was drunk, he was so completely amused and confused. He wasn't used to being responsible for someone other than himself and he didn't much feel like being responsible for Immie but he didn't really have much of a choice since he had her living in his house and needed her and all that bull shit. Even so..He could potentially use this to his advantage. He was sorely in need of some good amusement and a drunk Immie would definitely be amusing, so he decided that he was going to see what amusing things that he could do with her drunken self.

He had moved over to the stairs, getting ready to go up when he heard her behind him speaking from over the floor and he frowned a little. She said that she could not stand and he sighed and moved back over to her. He was going to have to carry her now wasn't he? Well it wouldn't be that hard to do. He was a black fledgling, so carrying her would be practically effortless for him. It was just more tedious...than anything else really.

He sighed and went over to her, scooping her up and beginning to carry her up the stairs with complete ease.

"You know...carrying you up the stairs is not part of my job description."he said plainly. He was just merely talking to himself really, but it was sort of filling the quiet air as he carried her up the stairs. He didn't think that he had ever carried anyone up these stairs before, or anyone up the stairs for that matter. He had minions to do his dirty work which meant carrying bodies and unconscious people and such. Of course, he had done it before, he had to carry dead bodies when he was getting rid of them outside of his house of course but he never actually had to carry them inside of his house. He shrugged off the thought, it didn't really matter at all thought, it was just a casual thought that had popped up inside of his head. He sighed a little bit and just carried her off to one of his weapons rooms.

Julian loved his weapons rooms. He had several of them, the one that he was leading them too was the one that had couches and had all the medieval weapons that he had collected over the years on his walls. This way he could lay her down on the couch and try and amuse himself while keeping an eye on her. Besides, he had several bottles of old wine in a cabinet in that room so he could easily get himself something to drink, it was a win win for him.

He turned the corner and walked right over to the room and opened the door holding Immie up with one hand and then walking in closing the door behind them and just settling her down on the couch and then going to grab an a hundred year old bottle of wine from the cabinet he kept it in. He picked up a stray glass from a table and poured himself some before turning to Immie and speaking.

"There...on that couch you can't possibly do any damage to yourself, or me for that matter. Me more importantly."he said with a little grin, and then he walked over to the weapons on the wall and started to look at them, the swords, the battleaxes. It was all beautiful. Every weapon was a beauty to him, it was probably why he thought himself to be so beautiful, he thought with a grin.

Words: 933
Muse: pretty good
Notes: Random Julian muse

[Imara Sophia "Immie" Deveroux]

Immie felt strange and tilty and whirly. She wasn’t sure how else to describe it! She felt more giggly than usually and it was such a silly feeling. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, or how it had happened to her or what exactly it meant. Julian seemed to know, and he seemed to be laughing about it too. Normally she’d huff and pout about that, but she wasn’t sure she felt like huffing and pouting. It just wasn’t in her in that moment, she would rather giggle and spin and run around like a nut instead.

Oh yes, that sounded like a lot more fun! Unfortunately, she had somehow ended up landing on her butt and now she wasn’t entirely sure how to get up. She also wasn’t entirely sure that she remembered much English right now. It was more French dominating right now. This was probably because English was a constant effort for her to speak instead of French, it didn’t come naturally, she wasn’t fluent enough in the language for that. Instead she was French entirely inside her head and she consciously thought about what the English was at all times, making her answers a bit slower in English.


She had gotten bored after the game though and needed something to occupy her time. She couldn’t hunt down the people that had gotten away, though she wanted to deeply, because that was entirely against the rules and Immie always followed the rules. That was one thing that could always be counted on with Immie, she would follow the rules that were set before her and not stray from them. Other things were never certain, of course, but that was something that could be counted on with her. She would follow the rules set before her.

So with that option out, she had instead amused herself by going out and getting something to drink, not wanting to take the person back to torture them because she wasn’t in the mood for that. And she had found a wobbly man, whom she had eaten because he seemed so funny to her! He was wobbling back and forth and it had made his blood taste so funny to her, it had something odd and extra about it that had kept her drinking until he was dead and gone under her lips. And now she felt odd and wobbly herself.

She was also now laying down in the middle of the floor.

She informed him of this and he frowned, and she mimicked the gesture, frowning back at him, until she burst into giggles, unable to help herself right then and there. She laughed a lot, but this was a lot even for her. He scooped her up and she blinked, she hadn’t expected to be picked up. But she supposed that was the logical thing to do, wasn’t it? And Julian always did the logical thing with a grumpy look on his face. Yes, yes he did. What a grumpy boy, big grump, silly, yes, yes. She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him when he said it wasn’t in his job description.

And then she started to sing a little nursery rhyme that her mother used to sing to her when she had been alive and Immie had been very tiny indeed. “Je suis las, il fait nuit. Bonsoir, cher petit père ; Couche-moi, bonne mère ; Porte-moi dans mon lit.”[/i] It was a little song about being tired and being carried to bed. Not that she was tired, quite the opposite in fact. And it was also in French so Julian wouldn’t understand what she was saying but oh well! It had popped into her head. She started to hum the rest of it, in between little happy giggles. The world was spinning around her, it was making her laugh, yes, yes it was. He was probably so annoyed with her, yes, yes. But hey, at least she was amused, and amusing. Double the power right there. She fell into giggles again with that, as she was being carried by Julian, something she never expected to happen. Never. As in really never.

Immie was a tiny little creature, she wasn’t surprised that Julian could carry her with one hand and open the door with the other. She blinked at all the wonderful things that she saw in here. They seemed like such fun! Immie’s own play room mainly consisted of modern weapons. Blades that were kept slick and sharp enough to cut a piece of paper in half the long way, that cleaved through skin as easily as breathing. She didn’t usually foray into the more medieval stuff but this stuff seemed like fun. He put her down and she blinked, not expecting to be dropped, and looked up at him with eyes that showed hints of emerald green for a moment before the blood red overtook them.

He said she couldn’t do damage to herself or to him over there and she stuck her tongue out again, a common tactic with her, yes yes she couldn’t help herself. She was a child in her mentality most of he time because that was how she dealt with what had happened to her and her sister. So she would react like a child. She knew it drove him nuts that she wouldn’t be more mature but oh well!

”But I want to touchhhh” she whined in heavily accented French, reaching out towards the weapons that seemed like so much fun to play with to her. Her hands made grabby motions and she didn’t seem to realize as she did this that she might be easily mistaken for reaching out to him, rather than the weapons. It was the way she was angled, it made it hard to tell. She didn’t get off though, he had put her here and in her drunk little mind, that meant she should stay there.

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Muse: Odd, sorry ><