It's not a coffin, but it'll do.
Mar 25, 2009 13:56:19 GMT -5
Post by Carmilla on Mar 25, 2009 13:56:19 GMT -5
Now, Carmilla knew very well what she had been picked up for, and who she had been picked up by - it had been a simple and elegant tryst with a woman who had intended to find someone with whom further intimacy would be nigh impossible. Roxanna knew perfectly well what she was. There wasn't any pretending, as Carmilla's relationship with her grand Russian lady had initially involved, or Carmilla's relationships with anybody else, and this put Carmilla at a distinct disadvantage. Never mind that, considering what it had all started out as, she was at a disadvantage already.
The first thing was, of course, to find a way to see her again, and this Carmilla did after no little hesitation. Carmilla did sleep in a coffin, after all, beneath the Pere Lachaise cemetery, as a matter of fact; but the easiest way to run into someone was to be in the same vicinity as they did, and Roxanna did happen to live in a very nice hotel, which would suit Carmilla just fine even though she had not lived in mortal-seeming lodgings in a very long time. Then again, Carmilla was the sort of person who, once she admitted she was anxious about something, could not bring herself to do it any longer, and that wouldn't do.
So it was a very confident-seeming young woman who installed herself and her few belongings (about which she was rather huffy, as Carmilla did not like being reminded of how unlike her facade she actually was) in the same hotel as Roxanna and got herself up devastatingly early just to make an impression. Vampires were not known for being up before nightfall, and so Carmilla had gotten up before sunset, snappishly dressed and wearing a hat with a veil (which did not stop the sunlight from being blinding; Carmilla had to move to a new chair to save herself from a terrible, wasting headache), to sit and pleasantly read a magazine in the lobby, expecting that Roxanna had to come down sometime.
Of course, the chances were slim - and being tired didn't have its benefits - but it was not until after she had seated herself and begun her imitation of normal-young-woman pleasantness that this occurred to her.
The first thing was, of course, to find a way to see her again, and this Carmilla did after no little hesitation. Carmilla did sleep in a coffin, after all, beneath the Pere Lachaise cemetery, as a matter of fact; but the easiest way to run into someone was to be in the same vicinity as they did, and Roxanna did happen to live in a very nice hotel, which would suit Carmilla just fine even though she had not lived in mortal-seeming lodgings in a very long time. Then again, Carmilla was the sort of person who, once she admitted she was anxious about something, could not bring herself to do it any longer, and that wouldn't do.
So it was a very confident-seeming young woman who installed herself and her few belongings (about which she was rather huffy, as Carmilla did not like being reminded of how unlike her facade she actually was) in the same hotel as Roxanna and got herself up devastatingly early just to make an impression. Vampires were not known for being up before nightfall, and so Carmilla had gotten up before sunset, snappishly dressed and wearing a hat with a veil (which did not stop the sunlight from being blinding; Carmilla had to move to a new chair to save herself from a terrible, wasting headache), to sit and pleasantly read a magazine in the lobby, expecting that Roxanna had to come down sometime.
Of course, the chances were slim - and being tired didn't have its benefits - but it was not until after she had seated herself and begun her imitation of normal-young-woman pleasantness that this occurred to her.