Thread: True Calling (Atroxa x Effigy)

Nobles were notoriously callous and cruel, not out of a desire to do harm but simply because they are so self absorbed that they don't comprehend the concept of their actions impacting others in a painful or harmful way. They don't care if they hurt some one, because no one but themselves mattered. This was not so much the care for Lilura, but it was an easy enough guise to hide behind, that sort of privileged obliviousness. No, with the young Lady Balfour, it was a much more active cruelty, she did nothing without a good reason, though it didn't have to be a good reason to anyone but herself. She enjoyed getting into people's heads, pushing and pulling them, watching them squirm. She had never laid a hand on anyone in her life, she did not lash out with physical violence, instead she waited for the most opportune moment to strike and she did with precision. Durihan had done nothing to deserve the girl's attack, but she didn't need a reason, seeing how he reacted was good enough, the rush of having the power to bring him to such anger was more than enough to motivate her. Lilura was manipulative and cold, detached from the world around her, in a word she was a borderline sociopath. She'd been traumatized as a child, whether she liked to admit it or not, and because of the world she grew up in and the nature of the trauma, she'd been left to handle it on her own. Detachment had been the best solution at the time, so that was what she went with, and had stayed with ever since. She had difficult reconnecting with her own emotions now, and so instead forced others to experience their own while she watched in fascination. Lilura was, in her own twisted way, jealous of Durihan's rage and pain, that he felt anything at all over what had happened to him. She gave a smirk though when he practically shouted at her, going on a senseless tirade, rebelling against the insult she had dealt him. The girl didn't look frightened or bothered at all, just looking up at him, poised and cruelly amused, and satisfied that she'd not only gotten such a rise out of him, but a confirmation on what she'd been implying. Lilura still didn't know which one he'd screwed, but he'd certainly gotten carried away with some one important. Before she could needle him a little more though, try to find out just what had happened, the door to his room banged open and Galathe came striding in. Her brows arched in surprise and she looked up at her guard with a slightly annoyed but surprised expression. What is it Galathe? She asked him tersely, jumping a little when he threw the heavy book on the floor at her feet. Lilura peered down at it then looked back up, not looking nervous or scared, just annoyed. I learned many things from my mother, she told him coldly, ignoring the hurt tone in his voice, Where do you think I got that tome from? Where do you think she learned her craft from? Her mother, just like I did. She didn't bother hiding any of it from him, he knew, and now so did Durihan. She wasn't worried though, she could handle them both if she had to. She would have liked to not have to kill Durihan, but she would. She snorted softly at Galathe though, giving him a disdainful look, I bet you wished I was sneaking off to meet some man after all weren't you? Would a broken heart be easier to handle than this? She was perfectly aware of her guard's affection, he'd started it on his own, but she'd fostered it a little, strung him along, it was surprisingly easy to manipulate men, whether it be through rage or lust. The girl stood then and sighed, her hands clasped in front of her, You didn't even last as long as your predecessor before he went sticking his nose where it didn't belong. Maybe your replacement will be less of a disappointment.