"Le Histoire."

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She paused for a moment, by the stairs as she gave a soft chuckle to his explanation and reasoning. Indeed, he was right, she had been so digging unto him and too much of a questionier to actually consider she was invading privacy. And now, she had just given him the right to actually ask something quite person.


It wasn't so bad to simply say the least, right? "...It is a project I have been working on...for a very, very long time..." she said in a soft yet sentimental valued voice, as if it was something from the past that she had found, and gone out of her way to conceal it in that room. Something precious, valuable, yet somehow as she said that, it sounds like something more than that. "..It's a secret to what it is though.." she smiles at him and continued to walk down carpeted spiral stairs. Her eyes softening to such memory, to the discussion of that room, it was quite clear it was something more than that.


Otherwise, it wouldn't be so urgent to how she stopped him. She showed him her bedroom, didn't she? A place that could possibly be the archives of the secrets of her creations, her own sanctuary, yet, is that room too important?


Who knows?..


Once they arrive at the kitchen, the Choo-choo train had steam going on, it was heating up the plates to where the warm biscuits and pastries along with the readied tea, was. "..You may take your pick on the snacks..." she offered as she went to sit down on a chair, letting the train move and travel around on the table. Only then would you realize, that the track marks were inbuilt or engraved into the rectangular table. "It would stop once you place your finger on the track before it passes..." she explained as she lifted her bare right hand.


Demonstrating it as she placed her finger on the engraved sunk in rail track infront of her on the table. The train gave a whistle and traveled to where she was, only stopping to where she had placed her finger on. There, she only pushed it slightly for her to reach the desired car it dragged, and took a macaroon of chocolate. "..as so.." she said with a tilt of her head after her demonstration.


What more could she have created, to even make a simple tea time seem like lovely child's play?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She slowly blinked... at his compliment that somehow made her cheeks flush incredibly red. She only gave a soft smile to him, for once, it seems like she really did felt happy about something, and she chuckled. "I possess no beauty...you are too kind at heart yet too sweet in your lips and tongue... Voleur."...she shifted her eyes to him more softly.


"..You know, this would actually be the first calming converse I've ever engaged in.." she said softly as she took a sip of her Earl Grey Gentleman, and sat back against her chair.


She took in account to his next question, and she made no hesitation to answer, "...I've made what my mind could paint in the skies and on the walls.. and of thin parchment.." once again, she spoke in riddles. She was still careful, not to reveal anything too detailed, too personal. In some kind of sense. She smiles up to him slowly, seeing perhaps the slight disappointment he would make when she had said that.


"..Perhaps.. I will show you more.... one day." she said gently. Putting her cup down upon her saucer as she looked up at the painted ceiling, then slowly looked back down at him. "..Houses should represent a man...so this speaks itself to how I am.. somewhat." she chuckled, she actually looked like she was.. enjoying herself?


It's been sometime since she had some company. ..


At least this company didn't want her dead, or near violation..


At least.. not yet...


In the back of her mind.. she was still computing him, calculating, analyzing...


She had spent her years in utter isolation...


She doesn't trust so easily.


Yet.. this feeling in her chest...


Why was her heart constricting much to her annoyance and confusion?...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She slowly blinked at this as she slowly chewed on her macaroon. Oddly she only took the brown ones. Chocolate being her one and only favorite. Despite the blush on her cheeks. She was still incredibly intrigued about what he lastly said.


She has never been to another man's house before... well...excluding murder crime scenes to where she has to. But nevertheless. It was so...


S--"I would love to..." before she stopped herself. She spoke.


Wait...doesnt this mean she wants to acknowledge him? Metaphorically speaking?


She suddenly blushed red...


She begged he did not have her thinking on symbolical aspects...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She looked at him for a while. God knows how red she is as she took her time to cool down. Standing up and clearing her throat as she took the whistle from its hiding place.


Which was in her shirt. And blew it, the sound resonating through the room. You could hear gears slowly turning. Cogs slowly gnashing. The clicks of locks and switches as a music box was playing nearly everywhere.


The clocks suddenly rang their bell as an orchestra of sounds flooded the place.


The train slowly went on reverse. Moving back onto the counter after off table. Back into a wall that sunk a square to itself.


The master switch appearing as she held a knob and turned it. The lights dimming as the sounds continued to sing. The winding sounds like how a music box would be.


Its like being inside a music box or a clock...


"Alright..let us go." She gaining her composure as she walked to the hallway. Everything was moving into a close as she took her coat. Stretching slightly....


A clockwork home..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"Sometimes living normally and bland becomes heaven to the ones who are mad."


She simply said as she looked at him over her shoulder. Her door moving...well...it sounded like it. The knob wasnt moving. The cogs were sounds. Everything else was like a secret whispering. Where was the source?..


The door starts to open as she walked out with a sigh. The air giving her something more to breathe in...


But she tightened her glove...and something was clicking. Which suddenly made the whole house shut down. The doors closing as her back faced him. She whistled with the white gold whistle...and the stained glass instantly shifted.


And everything was locked...but her eyes narrowed beneath her bangs....


It is like her personality changes once she steps out onto the world...


Outside..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She wasn't able to retort when he had grabbed her hand. She was about to pull it away, but before she knew it she was already in an automobile.


However, the machine wasn't what caught her eye, it was his skill. His so called 'skill', her eyes analyzed it as if she was a computer herself that scanned his own being, she slowly tilted her head. As her eyes slightly sharpened. Parkour she recognized it, it was popular in the day for people in the army, military, and even the prisoners. It was also in big popularity and common traits in a criminal, it was a skill they must have if they don't want to be caught.


Now that made her thinking even more, and, suspicious. But she made no signal in her expression when he had looked at her over his shoulder and asked her a question, to which her mind acknowledged after 2 seconds. "...Ask.." she softly said as her eyes looked down at her lap, her legs crossing, as she looked outside to the window and breathes slowly. "....So you live nearby? No wonder you somewhat know of me..." she said gently as she looked back at him. "...Judging from your taste in clothes, your out of the crowd behavior.. I would assume.. your house is the same?" she would tilt her head at the back of his seat. "..A house that stands out or gets crossed out from the neighborhood?" just like hers? She would only assume it was like that, since he was an odd fellow indeed.


She wasn't the only Mad Hatter, apparently.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She looked upon it with soft eyes, she actually quite prefer looking at the cottage. For some reason, seeing riches stabbed her heart and mind somewhere, the thoughts of her long forgotten brief childhood with the man who had found her, half dead and naked in a cage, had given her. Sighing softly, to how she missed that man she rendered as her complete and only family. Despite him being known as one of the bloodiest killers of the whole of France back 10 years ago.


Seeing that they stopped, she blinked slowly, and moved her hand to open the door, she was somehow too eager and too lost in thought to wait for him to do his gentleman's routine of courtesy. She looked up at the home, and she only gave a soft smile. "...I prefer this.. it is a breather and a soft caress to the eyes.. compared to all these unnecessary exposure of marbled men and latin to greek architecture..." She eyed him though. For someone to actually take residence into this side of neighborhood. Surely, the don't allow just any commoner, nor allow a commoner. at. all.


That being thought, it only confirmed something to her.


This man isn't what he seems, sometimes he isn't what he says, and sometimes he does.


He's like Irony. Somehow.


She adjusted her glove, which gave a soft click. Burying that hand into her pocket, she looked around, slowly blinked. She looked amused though, she found the whole place quite nice, and comical. And symbolical in a sense, as she looked back to his house. Tilting her head slowly, her eyes scanning the whole front of it.. wondering.. if the inside of his home, was the same.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She lifted her head, looking at the lights, hearing his snaps, and to be honest, that was the only thing she was concerned right now. "..Amazing." she gave a intake of breathe as she was fascinated. "...I have not thought of snapping to be some kind of trigger for the lights to turn on..and the sorts..." indeed she made whistling sounds, to trigger her home, the use of vibrations as strong as the sound waves and frequency a whistle delivers. But a snap, is quite different.. very different... it interested her suddenly as she walked down the hallways.


Now, she saw it.


The art, the missing paintings that had the golden frames. The small statues showed upon roman pillars. The painting of Madonna, the painting of the French Revolution. Le Napoleon Bonaparte Vous Bastard was even there, if she would look up slowly, she saw the small paintings, as if he stuck it up there, of the Galaxia Andromeda. And these, were still under cold case files at the archives of the Department.


The Investigation's Department...


All under, the stolen categories.


Her eyes slowly shifted to him, they were slight glare, slight soft. But she didn't smile, nor did she frown, she had a serious look on her face that somehow it made it hard to tell what she was thinking, feeling. She slowly sighs and suddenly gave a soft chuckle, "...You're quite famous." she said gently and walked to look upon a beautiful painting of a young blonde woman. "...You have many names in our department...but I'll still just call you, Voleur." she slowly starts to shrug her shoulders, feeling it ache a bit since she tensed earlier.


She smiled at him, "...You keep the newspapers interesting." what?


What no condemn?


No 'Oh my god.. you're the crook!' or something?


Yes, indeed, no nothing. Why?


Because, she had somehow like him before... and perhaps, she had that soft spot. But she had her own policies, she gave no damn about the outside society but her own and the family she would have or anyone close to her.


Which, she currently doesn't have, no one but herself to be accountable and to be cared for but by herself.


"..You have a lovely home.. and still.. your light system is quite impressive." she began to say, blinking widely as she looked at the lights, trying to do the samething as he did, trying to do the pattern she thought he did. But nothing responded to her, nothing followed her so called command. Her eyes lit up and she began to smile. "H-haha.. wow..." she chuckled excitedly, she has never been to a place she can't crack or figure out. And indeed, she was already more indulged to how he made his lights work...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Her eyes suddenly sparkled, yes, the dazzled, in the most amusing way possible as she turned to look at him. "Leonardo!!" she exclaimed to her love of knowledge as she clasps her hands together, "..No wonder.. it's brilliant! though I have never tried to do his theories nor blue prints.... I have had such high respect for him.. he is just one of my many inspirations." she said breathlessly as she looked around and had the brightest grin. "Do you perhaps have his spinner fan? or perhaps something out of his other works? Or maybe a mini-model replica?" though she sorta doubts he had any replica in this place.


Everything was so original, and she had sharp eyes, she's a keen woman, she knows what is fake or not even by the scent of it alone.


But indeed, she did not do the protocol. It didn't really bring her to instantly report it, even if she does work there she doesn't give a damn, smiling as she was now gazing upon a porcelain statue of a woman pouring water that had light coming from it. "Veronica's Servant.." she breathlessly said with a soft smile to her face. She looked like a child lost in the candy store, she was just amazed by everything, she had forgotten that this wasn't how someone normal would react to a house filled with stolen goods.


But then again, what is normal?


What's normal to the spider is chaos to the fly.


And thus, it has been proven, normal doesn't exist. What does exist, would be the usual common thing to do.


Sooner or later, his question rang and she smiles while looking at the paintings. "..Foxxe...Jackal..the Shift...Snare.." she enumerated quite a lot of things. "But I honestly gave you the name Obscura." she said softly, seems like every investigator gave a name, including her. "..Because it's so obscure to how you manage to surpass their security system.." she gave a brief explanation as she clasps her hands together with a bright smile to him.


"..Have no tension, I do not violate the right to privacy of an individual's home." she said, feeling his tension still around his muscles at her presence. She really didn't give much of a damn to it, whatever happens in your own private property is of no concern to anyone outside your property. It seems like a misconception, but that is what was written in the Constitution. So it was no fault of the citizen to think otherwise, they written that way, and that's how it was understood, well, to her that is.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Notice? Nope.. nah.. nah she didn't?


Why?


Well she's a critic in paintings.. and she had despised one SINGLE TINY flaw to one artwork which was just cast at the corner, maybe he too had seen it and placed it there thinking it was a waste to even steal in the first place. "....Oh the bloody montreal bake...why the bloody hell did that artist used such porcelanic colour.." she mumbled darkly.. she was in her own world. Yes, indeed, she did not react like the regular person, at all. She did nothing violent to him, she only would if she was assaulted, self defense was not murder indeed, and she can't just randomly kill him, even if he is a criminal.


She didn't care about it, but yet, she also, didn't know why. Why wasn't she even arresting him? He was one of the main reasons why she gets so tired at the, office, fixing his files, finding where the bloody hell did he come from. No, she did none of that despite that. She shifted her eyes on the rosewood and cedar, placing her hand gently on the furniture with her right hand and gave a soft smile, it was smooth, well kept, expensive rather. Even if he was a wealthy man, he knew how to maintain everything, which was something not easy to do with expensive things that needed intense keep saking. "....You have a lot of beautiful things.. But you have the means of owning them in buying them..." she said as she looked at him, you would expect her to just ask 'why did you steal them?'


But no. She did none of that, instead, she said. "...I won't ask why, how, and when." she calmly said as she looked up and around, her eyes of stained glass colouring was still somewhat as mysterious as his own purpose. "..But.. I would like to ask.." she looked at him and gave a soft chuckle as she tilted her head. "..May I see... the painting of the Baskerville Family...?"


An artist's wonderment and imaginative interpretation of Arthur Doyle's famous work, Sherlock Holmes, had his adventures upon the story of the Baskerville Hound. She oddly loved it, even if it was oh too mysterious. She also loved the Crooked Man story, she knew he had it, he did steal them a year ago. Before she ever got to see it herself. But the artist was anonymous, and it came out of the blue.


She would want to see it.. but there was this different urge in her..


As if she was asking him to show him her daughter.. that he had kidnapped..


But of course she was no mother..


And he had kidnapped no one.


But her eyes were excited and pleading.. ".....please?".. even her voice...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"Thus earning your multiple titles and nick names at the department.." she gave a soft chuckle as she looked over to him, as if she was talking about normal things to him. "...I won't pry to your haven... " walking down the hallway she looked upon the other stolen goods. Her hand gently touching them as she tilted her head, her eyes gazing and analyzing. "...So.. you're more interested in testing out things? like the thrill?"


She slowly looked up, the fancy chandelier's of the Bonforte Mansion, Crystalizes Manor... and all the other most known, expensive and well jammed into security hold. She had to admit, she was extremely curious, or, amazed rather. That he was even gone through her own finger tips..


But then when he made no indication that perhaps he didn't steal the Baskerville Family, she quickly dismissed it. "..And I see... it's a lovely painting.." She said oh so sweetly as she slowly walked back over to him. With a smile, "...You're truly an odd man...but .. it's not like I dislike it." chuckling softly, she crossed her arms and tilted her head.


She was more.. interested.


Who exactly, or what exactly is he? An earl's son? a baron?


Or was he naturally just kleptomanic? but then again, he doesn't find the things he steals exactly entering. Just going through the security system..


Cheating death...somehow?


Her eyes glinted at this slightly as she shifted her eyes back onto the paintings, the works. Truly, how did this man pulled this out? Bring it here? undetected? unseen? Like it was..


Like it was magic somehow, she frowned at this.. then slowly softened...people like him.. no matter how wickedly he seems...


We.. just..


Geniuses to her..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"Earl Grey Gentleman please.." Is what she answered to his question.


Crouching a bit to place her right hand gently on the edges of the wall down to the connecting of the floor. Her eyes analyzing it very carefully, her mind was calculating, her senses observing. Who was he? Honestly, this house was baffling. Surely, this was quite a suspicious looking house, for it doesn't follow the fancy norm designs around him. He would stand out quite a lot, but then again, the people around them were idiots, they wouldn't really use their brains till she comes in and hacked it out of their systems with an axe.


Metaphorically... speaking....


She lifted her head and saw he walked to the kitchen, so she opted to follow till she stopped by a little small painting that brought her nostalgia kicking. "....Maria Isabella.." she whispered gently, turning herself to the corner as she gazed upon a painting no bigger than her head. It was just a simple painting of a girl in a long glass dress surrounded by a kaleidoscope of butterflies, it was a drawing slightly painted in water colours on sepia paper canvas. A simple yet beautiful painting, her eyes softened, she would remember the man that had raised her. He was smoking his pipe and twirl his cane to make it stop and point at the painting proudly.


"That is Maria Isabella.." he said in his rough and low dark voice, he was young in her memory, and she was a mere child who giggled and reached out to the painting with two tiny hands and a big smile. "...The girl who was rid of everything but her beauty."


"..She went on as her own lady... into the forest of Butterflies... that gave her riches no other thief can take.." she whispered unconsciously as she gazed at it. Her hands were out to it as if she were to hold the frame sides. She gave a soft smile, it was a good memory to recall...


She missed her father figure..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

It was as if she was a ghost she was suddenly there, suddenly taking his wrist. "..Shh.." she said gently as she looked at his reddened hand and turned her head to the sink, she pulled him along nearly instantly, she had an instinctive reaction somehow. Like she was used to it, she opened the faucet and let it run and gently placed his hand over to the water, rolling his sleeves up. Her eyes was examining his hand and wrist. She moved her left hand, biting onto the tip of her glove so she could pull it off with her teeth. She let her glove drop, there was a small thud to it, which she didn't mind, or perhaps, was she too focused on his hand?


Why did her glove create a thud?.. Wasn't it suppose to be only fabric?


"...You're quite a fool.." she said gently, her focus was on his hand, nothing else, her right hand holding onto his wrist, and her left hand was now taking some of the water and spreading it up to his wrist and forearm to even the temperature. "...It is a natural human reaction to let it go...but you've quite the tolerance." she gave a small smile, it reminded her of stubborn men in her past. Only then did she reason out to herself that men are stubborn by nature.


She closed the faucet and took a kitchen cloth, now she was drying his hand up gently as she slowly brought him back to the table and chains. Moving him to sit slowly and gently as she dragged a chair with her foot and sat infront of him. Taking a careful not of his hand, she was trying to remember how her father figure would treat a burn when she was a child. She was used to treating herself, but she didn't know how to fully treat another person, nor make them feel any better. Out of her own decision, she bowed her head gently and kissed the middle of his palm, and his wrist slowly. Looking up at him, with her innocent soft eyes that she meant no malice.


For a moment her eyes were in contact to his, oddly, it's as if she never had eye contact with anyone before.. and she found his misty grey eyes a beautiful gaze... "..Mists.." she whispered gently, her eyes full of colors, never had any shades in them. That was one of the colours she didn't have in her eyes, somehow she found even the black and grey eyes even more beautiful than blue or Alexandria Genesis mutation violet.


"...Does it still hurt...?" she asked softly as her eyes shifted back to his hand, she was lost in the moment again and it made her heart beat abnormally as if she ran a race. She cleared her throat a bit, not noticing she blushed. "..I have ointment for burns and other irritations..I'll apply them.. do not worry.. it is of mint substance so it won't hurt..it'll actually feel good and cooling...just don't itch.." momentarily moving her hand to her back pocket, she brought out a small compowder like object of circular form and pressed on the lid as it latch and pop open like a pocket watch. She placed it on the table, and dab her two fingers on the mint smelling cool teal blue ointment, and gently placed it on his hand, massaging it gently down to his skin, as he would feel his hand cooling and refreshing.


And she did this without another word, as her concentration was straight and through.


She just ignored the thought to..


Why did she suddenly or... instantly react to his cry of agony?...


Why did she suddenly move the way she did ?


Surely he's a grown man and can handle it on his own.


She was a woman of logic.. she surely knows this.


Yet.. she had to urge to care for him.


Why?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She slowly blinked, looking at him, she heard him whisper but she didn't hear it well. "..Pardon?" she asked gently as she applied the ointment to his wrist as well and smiled at her accomplishment. It made her well proud, she could do a lot of things, she was a Jack of All Trades..


Yet a master at none..


She gave a soft sigh and looked around to find a bandage, but she couldn't find any proper such in the kitchen, so she opted to look into her pockets, only finding her long handkerchief. She bit to the end of it, ripping some strips here and there, putting the strips down the table, taking the bigger rip and folded it with one hand as she held his hand gently placing it down to her lap as she created the bandage wrap from it. She slowly and gently wrapped his hand up, his palm to his wrist. She took the small strips of the silk fabric and tried it gently around his fingers and inbetween with a satisfied smile. She did that for the fingers so they won't collide and irritate one another, it also keeps his hand automatically open.


"...Let it sit till tomorrow morning..and it'll be as good as new...meantime.. don't use this hand." she said to him as she stood up and looked at the overly hot teapot that somewhat cooled to not the point of touching. She bent down to the side to pick up her left glove and put it on, grasping to the handle as her left hand suddenly changed colour, from black and white it became black and dirty white, the heat was making chemical reactions to her glove, showing how hot it really was. She gripped harder to it, and slowly the colour went down, she sighed slightly to it and lifted it up. Reaching over for the kitchen towel she hung over one chair and wiped the table slightly.


She seems to have this habit of fixing things and making things in order, like it was what she was made to do.


Or the thing she thinks she's good for.


She poured, them tea, adding only the right amount of sugar for herself and letting him choose if he wanted to have sugar in it or not. Sitting down down she gave a soft sigh, her left hand just gripped, then opened again, it was having a small whistle, as if letting out some steam. The sound of small gears inside of it ticked and tweaked.


But she didn't mind it, she was concentrated in her own thoughts again as she was gazing to his hand... now she was wondering why she did that. It was an instinct? No the proper instinct was to gasp or scream at the sudden burst of pain indications of his voice, ask 'what happened' then treat him. But no... she instantly aided him. As if securing his welfare was much more of a higher priority.


Was it because he was the first who actually came into her house with no judgement upon her whatsoever?


Was it because of his sweet words to her that she thought gave no affect to her at all?


Or perhaps she was sick?


Or perhaps she actually cared.


Cared? What was that? Surely humans some way or another cared for other people, yes indeed they would instinctively help someone in need if they weren't a pricky bastard. But no, this wasn't natural, or was it? He was stalking her a moment ago, and she let him in her house. That wasn't logical.


But then he brought her to his house.


Surely... norms and propers never existed. Yet...why was this still confusing ?


This odd feeling she had in her head and heart, it was new. It was a profound attraction towards this young man before her, who's story is still quite obscured to even make sense of yet.


Yet, why didn't she took the chance... to say no.


And run away?..


"..Please be careful next time..." she absentmindedly told him gently as she looked up into his eyes.. she never does eye contact.. "..are you alright?.." she never really asked that action to anyone at all.


He's so..


odd..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She slowly blinked, half of her was taken back at the sudden request, and obviously a woman staying in a man's house whom she just met by the way is obviously a no bloody no. But then again..


Was that logic screaming to its death out the window??


"Alright.. I don't mind." she said simply, but her heart was trying to cog all the gears in her brain together to make sense. She didn't like getting nervous, she didn't like confusion. She was raised to under, everything, how men worked, how men think. Psychology is the key to human behavior. Is the thought of mind she told herself, sadly enough, Psychology was always biased. Since everyone had different mind sets. And she can't even understand herself anymore. She liked being around though, she actually had human interaction. Everyone else treated her like a mutated creature due to her eyes, a family bloodline mutation she did not know of. For she was abandoned at the streets at the age of 4. She didn't know where she came from, she had no one to base her behavior to. She was left with nothing till that man came to her life and took her in like she was his own.


Her eyes were already watching him move, how he took his tea, she found herself taking note of it, why was she EVEN TAKING NOTE OF HOW HE LIKED HIS TEA?


She suddenly flushed red and suddenly placed her hand against her face that it made a slap sound..


Yes, my dear, she's facepalming while blushing.


And yes, Mr. Logic is bleeding on the front lawn outside.


She cleared her throat, and reddened, good lord she actually, she actually did something she didn't think of. twice. This wasn't natural, this wasn't good, this wasn't the usual, this wasn't..done.


Her mind reeled back onto the scene before her antics in her mind, she remembered how he looked like when he smiled.. it was different.. she took note. And possibly, more handsome than how he is.


N-Naturally ... someone should.. compliment such things... right? "..Vous smile iz very handsome...vous should do that more often." she turned even redder as she noticed she was indeed flustered, when her french accent comes out. She knew she was already up in her temperature. She fixed her sitting position and looked at him trying to look compose AND OBVIOUSLY FAILING AT IT . Her eyes looked down at his hand a bit as she already had a softened up expression, her walls were down before she even noticed..


She said softly, and she knew she was lost. "...It suits you more if you smile like that..." turning her head to her tea she quickly took it and drank it up, not saying anything anymore.


For...... 6 minutes.


She cleared her throat again and gazed a--no no no.. looked at him... there we go.


"...Well... do you live alone all the time.. like I do?..and...do you know who painted Maria Isabella?"


..ok the second question was good.


THE FIRST QUESTION WAS HORRIBLE. WOMAN. YOU ARE LIKE THE 2ND SHERLOCK HOLMES.


..BY NOW IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS THAT HE LIVES ALONE YOU TWIT.


She has now gone full retard..


Never...go full retard..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She cleared her throat as she blushed, trying so desperately to hide it. But apparently, this is why pale skinned people wanted some tan as well, to at least hide what their body would show. Their expressions and blood flow. She looked at him when he answered, for a moment she felt.. delighted.


A man who was a stalker, now a thief she's been trying to track down....


Now he's infront of her..


God please don't tell me... she groaned in her mind. Her logic, her reasoning, it wasn't working. Please don't tell me I fell. she said or begged to herself, having to do this again, again through the process of falling for someone. She had seen it die in the end, she had felt the pain already, what and how much have she felt it? Must she go through it again now? But somehow.. she didn't mind it.


She didn't mind if it was him.


She only tried to smile, remembering his french as she found it so fondly now, she felt relaxed.. perhaps.. being herself right now would be alright?


Sitting back the chair she only gave a soft chuckle, she remembered how he sounded like when he giggled, and somehow she found it so cute. It made her grow red again, she was..


Enjoying herself..


Her mind was screaming, telling her so hard to use her brain before her heart. "You are a woman of reasoning and logic!" But her heart would simply shut the door to its face saying. "Oh shut up."


To the point of no return, she was doomed.


She gave a soft smile and slowly stood up, she had left her tea unfinished and gave a brighter yet warmer smile to him. She looked at the doorway where the hallway lead to where the painting was. "...My foster father made it..." she said gently, already opening up, and now she was too late. She had suddenly let out a small leak to her past, foster, she had no real parents, parents who were biological, and caring for her when she was small. But she didn't mind anymore, she was looking around then back at him with a soft smile. "... This was in our mansion before...before he sold it to the museum."


She gave a soft sigh as her eyes softened, she blushed again as she found herself lost in his eyes once more, like being trapped in a mist, then she slowly shifted to the teapot, trying to make it look like it was natural.


If the hound found the fox that it was ordered to kill...


What would it do?


Would hound howl for the hunters to find him? corner him? kill him?


Or simply pretend it didn't see the fox?


Or.....


Run away with it?...


Have you ever heard of that story before?..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She gave a soft smile at him as she sat well infront of him. "..When I was younger I was orphaned too... I was found by him.. but.. a man killed him you see..and his family thrown me out...because I wasn't blood tied...I inherited nothing but the things he gave me as a present out of his inheritance..." she slowly sat back, she was, fond, now. She was casually sitting, she didn't do the uptight lady's sit, no , it was more relaxed as she gave a soft chuckle, looking around. "..Before I was orphaned again, I went to chapel he didn't finish....he had taught me that the mind was more powerful than anything..and if I just imagined." she tapped her temple gently with a grin. "..You'll create a world no one can go to.." saying such softly she slowly started to remove her left glove. Which meant something to her.


The left glove was her sense of security and self defense, there were secrets in there that it could be labeled a weapon for defense.


But no, she put it down and onto the table. And now she was exposed to any attacks a stronger male could be thrown at her.


She did this unconsciously. And it was too late yet.


She also.. quite.. didn't mind..even if she realized it already.


"Because there were still Christians around... it was placed here for them..it was a donation.. but he ended up giving it to me, like he knew he was going to leave." her voice went tender, softer.. yet sweeter like warm honey in milk. Her accent slowly just blended to her heritage. "...Soon, it was said in the will, that he entrusted me with his books, maps, anything for research, everyone else in the BlackForth family thought it was just rendered useless for business. So they let it slide..and I started from there....and I have locked myself up ever since.." she smiled and looked up at the ceiling.


At a ceiling that wasn't hers... it was refreshing.. and she loved it.


Her heart beated.. she was confused yet... she loved to study. She would want to know exactly where did this lead to..


She has to be careful.. but then that's useless now..


Under someone's domain, she has little power, and she basically gave herself up to the Fox.


But did she mind? No she didn't..


"...We all have great people in our lives..." she softly said as she slowly looked back at him and smile softly. "..I'll show you that room one day.."


The room she showed no one..


Yet she wondered..


Perhaps.. it was going to far?


But she had nothing to live for.. there wasn't much to do now..


So if she were to die right now..perhaps he can steal everything in her home and make it his?


At least it'll be in good hands, and not into greedy men..


Right?


She turned red again, she was trusting him? she thought of many things all of a sudden and suddenly stood up. She cleared her throat, she suddenly stuttered, and her voice went cuter in a pitch. "..A-anyhow t-thank you for bringing me here and o-o.. offering.. ehem.. t-tea.. you do know how to brew it.. i-it's quite good and lovely." She looked away a bit, her stained glass eyes oddly glowing as she looked at the.


Wall. Awesome.


"..J-just le-eh-t..m-me know what I could do to help you out?... becauseofcourseIdontwantotbeabotherImeanIamastrangerintoyourhome!"


....She's gone...


She's hopeless...


Someone shoot her.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"...This.. song.." her eyes widened at this.. she..She ..


She knew this song.. and she loved it.. she listened.. the trumpets... the the drums.. yes .. yes this was the song!! Caro Emerald's Just One Dance. She thought to herself and she just want to let her inner girl out and squeal saying 'OH GOD I LOVE THIS SONG' but her composure didn't want to do it. She was suddenly all red, her body moved in a position of the instinct to it's beat..


She watched and listened to him snapping his fingers to his song... the previous questions she had in her mind were long and forgotten from the start the music played... She loved music.. which was why you would heard music boxes in her house. She looked at his hand, then looked up at him with her wide dazzling eyes, her reddened face, it had been such a long time since she danced.


She was only taught slightly, and god....


Was it her, or did the music made him look even more handsome...?

Hey handsome have you got the time


I've been watching you since the moment you arrived


A white suit from London, and shoes from Paris


Don't you wanna spend about an hour with me

​

She slowly took his hand, holding it as she heard the lady sing.. she was blushing so much.... her blood rosy red lips parted slightly... she was breathing.. heavily, her eyes soft, her walls completely down, the music was the fault, and he was the major temptational sin.


It was too late... She melted at this..


The music had betrayed her, her mind was gone, her heart was singing..


Though..


Could he still sway her to the point.. that she completely melted? A part of her held on not to fall..


But then when she looked up at his misty grey eyes...


And the song.. the sound.. the music .. the trumpets..saxophones... the blues...


Her heart beated to the melody...


Bloody hell what is happening?..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She lost her breath when he sang, it was deep and indulging, it felt darker than chocolate, oh so sweet and lovely, and she loved chocolate.


Her hand nearly gripped so much to his shoulder, but she was letting him move her... she was watching his eyes.. his movement, her hair swayed elegantly. The warmth of scenery, the song singing on, she blushed greatly. When he sang, it was like he was talking to her...


So why not answer...?

A silk tie from Siam shows elegance and class


Handsome as the heavens that a film would never cast

​

Her voice was lovely, it wasn't too high, it wasn't too low. It suited the genre, because she was used to singing that genre, jazzy blues, she loved it so much along with classical music. It was sexy as she gave on with her vibratos, as she sang, she couldn't help but to smile as she did, her eyes went down on a gaze as she suddenly found herself indulged in him.


She suddenly turned the tables, as she folded her leg placing it at his him, her hand went to his nape and suddenly moved him so close against her like a cha-cha or a tango move, her hand on his hand at her side, she was gazing upon his handsome features, a strong jaw for a strong voice. Misty eyes for a mysterious man that sways her and takes her away like a thief that comes in the night.


...And this song... this song perfectly describes her thoughts...


So she continued to sing... she was like the woman at the song.. who was better?...


She was talking to him somehow... through the song.. unconsciously....

But underneath the mask I see the skin of a man


Smooth and seductive who's really got a plan

​

She gave him a wink as she sang that...

It's drawing me in, magnetically to you


You haven't got forever, but I got that too

​

As they moved, they danced, her turning here and there with the music and sexy trumpet blues..


She had forgotten who she was..


She have forgotten all suspicion...


She had forgotten the outside world somehow.. and indulged into his own domain.


A lady with colourful eyes with a monochromatic world.


It seems like he just came into the picture, removing the classical dull sepia.


She didn't even look at the time as the music went on.. she felt his warmth, his breathing, somewhere along his heart beat.


Without a doubt..


This was the thief indeed.


Had he stolen something from her?...


I'm afraid he did..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She quirked a brow at him.. and smirked.. She felt challenged..


She loves challenges...


She gave a soft chuckle as she slowly lets go of his hands as she moved back with the instrumental going on, as her arms went up, slowly her hands went through her hair, slowly lifting her hair up as her hips swayed left and right, it was sexy yet so well fitted for the song. Her coat dropped to the floor, she was lost in the mood of the song, she was gone with it, she was lost, and she loved it so much. She gazed seductively at him, it wasn't on purpose, it was her expression and the mood of the song that made her do it..


Or was it...?


As she did that.. she was humming... as she continued on to sing as she moved slowly as she did this...

Your dreams come true...~


I'll make your dreams come,


I'll make your dreams come,


I'll make your dreams come true

​

Then it came where the instrument kicked and swayed it slower as she started to sing, swaying her hips here and there....


She took on his challenge...

I'm like ~...the smoke on your fire...~


Smoldering endless desire...~


How ~...long...


She would slowly tilted her head as she raised her brow at him with a smirk...


..will your flame burn...~?

​

The instrumental suddenly kicks even more , the piano of jazz, the beats of the song, she was slowly.. ever so slowly.. walking towards him.. like she was on the cat walking.. strutting to how she could move that no other man could have seen her like. As she was closer to him her hand went to his shoulder and snakes to his tie, she slowly pulls it out of the vest he had and tugs him closely, whispering hotly against his ear. "..Losing yet...?" she gave a soft chuckle as her hands went to their old positions as they swayed together in the instrumental...


She rarely does this..


And when she takes on a challenge she does not hold back...


She found a worthy opponent.....


And it was the Foxxe Thief before her...


Voleur...


The Hound was lost in the woods.


The Fox is now out to play.


Will anyone ever find out?..


No.. no one will...


She was too indulged.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She was gone....


Just when he moved her.. she was very used to being a domina.... the one who leads... many many men would bow down to her in the Station...


She was like a mafia boss, the most powerful one in the system who no one dared talk to as she held her head high to everything.


She wasn't the type to even bow down to anyone....


But then.. this..


When she though she had the victory, despite the energy of the dance he did onto her that made her smile, she loved it, she enjoyed it. Nothing prepared her when he was suddenly leaning closer and closer... Her breathing heavied.. her eyes didn't widened..


Yet..


She was expecting him to pull away any moment now... and then her heart shook suddenly fastly.. Why..Why wasn't he pulling away?


No..


No wait stop...


No...!


If.. ..if he wins..


Then.. she can't...ever.. get out of this..


"Vol-" it was gone... her lips.. they touched his when he had enclosed the gap between them, and that's when her eyes widened, her stained glass eyes glowed with the warm dim lights of the room....it made her so weak in her knees.. she was melting to the point she was becoming the wine she drunk into his scent.. and she was getting drunk .. she tasted it.. the sweet indulging wine...


It was delicious, and intoxicating, her body and mind told her she wanted more ...


Her mind registered everything as her hands gripped onto his clothes..


This taste..


This wine...


His name was Voleur..


She was gone completely and she had kissed him back slowly, deeply, kissing to his upper lip. She tasted him, and it was already something she loved to taste all day. She slowly parted from his lips and her eyes were in a daze, she was gazing at him, her hot breathe was brushing against his own damp lips, prickling the man's lips with the heat. Her face was flushed, she was completely insane, gone, out of it.


There was no going back... yet her unsurity returned..


It was.. it was...


It was the music.. the mood.. the song....the.......................tea??...


..Surely.... She tried to make some sense, scientific reasoning, she was a woman, he was a man, their voices and movements and tea and scenery surely contributed to actions on impulse...


Surely..


Surely.. that..must be the case..right?...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She swore she felt her whole being shiver and tremble...

"Xeirelle"

​

His deep voice that resounded within her own and whole being was like a cello being played in a baroque chapel in Elizabethan periods. She was melting in every second she was very sure she was red wine. She was, and he was, indeed, lost in the moment and remained in it as their world. He held her, she held him, and somehow she didn't want to let it all go yet.


But of course, bliss can't just stay on forever.


But his voice came back, his question though, she felt... a small ache in her chest.. ..Did he do that just to win..?... she had to stop getting her hopes up. Stop thinking like a hopeless little girl in love that found a cutie, a hot crush, or a love that felt so different. Didn't she fall like this before? Doesn't she remember how painful it felt when she hit the rock bottom?


Yet his scent.. god his scent.. his voice.. his touch.. his eyes.. his warmth the whole being of everything.


What was he?.. The Devilish Thief?... the Foxxe of Temptation?..


She didn't know, and somehow.. she didn't mind not knowing.. "....Just this once.. you did...".. she whispered against his lips, it felt so good against hers but she didn't kiss him back.. the song was long gone and done... how long was that kiss? How long were they drunken into each other? How long was this moment? Minutes? Hours? days?


No.. seconds.


Yet it was an eternity well spent too fast and loved.


She slowly cleared her throat and blushed darkly... she slowly pulled away... she still... she still wanted to see..


What was more to him than good looks, dancing, words, songs and everything else was there...


She wanted to believe... she could trust him...


Before she becomes completely naked in honesty of the truth.


That she had indeed fallen in love with the thief that keeps getting away.


"..I...I'll help clean up." she stuttered, she bit her damped lower lip, it looked a lot rosier now from the kiss, her body was hot and enflammed, and she had never felt more..


Human..


She made her way to the table, smiling a bit at him and blushed even more, fixing the cups and table.


..Somewhere deep inside... she knew...


This Story was something she had never written nor read before..


...and this was just the Prologue..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Her hands were open.. because he did everything else.. she panicked in her mind.. WHAT IS SHE SUPPOSE TO DO FOR A DISTRACTION, BOY?


She blushed so brightly as she cleared her throat, "..W-Well.." good lord she was already stuttering, her mind went blank, gone, kaboom, bye bye. She logic? Oh yeah.. he's out dead on the lawn.


Now what is she going to do? She gave a soft sigh, as she looked down and looked around... She didn't know what to do. She usually reads, reads, reads, paint, invent, that's all.


But with someone, would he find it boring?


Would he find her boring?


Wait wait why was she being so conscious..!?


She grew so flustered she couldn't take the questions in her head, so she covered her face with her hands and blushed horribly. It was her hidden habit, when she's too flustered she hides her face, hands, or anything, she didn't care. She was so red she doubt it was unnoticable. And it was all his fault. How could this be? How could she have become... dominated?


Yet..she loved the feeling.. the feeling telling her this time........this time it was different..


Perhaps..


Perhaps she should.. just.. see how it goes...?


She looked at him from inbetween her fingers, she spoke...and good lord.. her voice.. it was high and squeaky, like a little girl ready to faint. It was also slightly muffled. "...H-How about..I show you something..?"


Wait a minute..


show?..


Wait wait wait GIRL GO BACK TO YOUR SENTENCE.. RE-CONSTRUCT IT... IT SOUNDS WRONG!! GI-


Oh, what's that? You can't take back what has been said?


WELL.........!!

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She gulped a bit and went to her shorts, as it looked awkward, she was actually getting something from her back pocket. She huffed a bit, going red as she looked over to him, bringing out something as there was the sound of chains being moved against each other.


She showed him a pocket watch. A crystalized pocket watch, not like the usual silver designed or gold designed pocket watches. This one had this pinkish reddish diamond as a cover, but when you look closely as she slowly moved closer, it was sparkling different colours. It was a glass unseen before, or perhaps, an unseen gem stone? was it? It looked like a family of a diamond, and it radiated like how a diamond would cut into the diamond triangle shape and light hitting onto it creating this rainbow like effect. This though was the very light, it was like a mixture of stained glass. It was like her eyes. The chain that held it in the fashion of a pocket watch was white gold.


And at as she opened her hand, the silver and golden lining on the covering showed a royal family crest. The Blackforth crest to where there was a Hound, a dog, a wolf perhaps? Guarding the Throne behind it, as there were chains holding it down, and there were these thorny rose bushes around it, a crossing St. Peter's keys with sword accompanying it. And the small symbolisms of latin unto it, but it was still vague to what it says.


"...This.." she said gently and looked down to it as it rested in her palm, she pressed onto the adjustment knob, clicking it on to open. And when it did, there was music from it, a music box of a delicate sweet, dark tune to it, it was the same.. well..nearly the same sound the whistle gave out.. what it feels like to listen to it. "..One of my most prized possessions.. this is the original and real.. lost Family Heirloom of the Blackforth family..." she said silently as if someone was with them, eaves dropping..


Why was she showing this?...


"....Hestia..." was the name, named after the Greek Goddess of the Hearth. "..Surely you know of it..?"


Hestia, next to the family jewels of the royal top family of England, France. And all around, it was the most precious object that possessed the Firefly Diamond. It was a rare diamond, some say it doesn't exist... and since it went missing all of a sudden from the Museum of Maria. It labeled a forever lost Jewel.


Some just resolved that he took it. Now being a known thief everywhere.


Yet.. here it was..


It was with her....


Why was she even showing him this?...


She didn't know.. but.. somehow...


She wanted to share some secrets with him....


She was gone and she was too late.


She fell for him..didn't she?

 

[Anonymoose1]

He marveled at the pocket watch... He would've never guess that one could fit so many jewels and decals into one tiny pocket watch, and still have it function. He watched as it radiated colors. This was just something he had never seen before.


He felt the urge to just take it and run... But, yet again, he shut it out.


"This is beautiful but... Why are you showing this to me?" He asked, looking back up at her.


It was odd that she would show him a pocket watch. While very beautiful with its jewels and decals, a pocket watch none the less. It obviously meant something to her, but what?


Or maybe she was testing him. Seeing if it would be stolen by him, and then confirming her doubts about him. Good thing he wouldn't steal it then.


'Hmm... What can I show her...' He thought, as if he were following the moto; An eye for an eye.


'Maybe the blueprints or...'


'Or the basement...' Yes... The basement. Where he planned nearly everything, where many secret passageways were to be able to get around the city. Maybe that would be of equal value?