Thread: A Vision In Blood (Miss Eleanora and Mr. Quixotic)

Elizabeth's Face Claim See more Elizabeth's Dress See more It was true, Elizabeth would have liked to have gotten the chance to curl up in her bed, surrounded by soft pillows and enmeshed in silken sheets following her shower and the ever so eventful night she had just been through. But, in the face of the pure peace of mind and delicious sense of satisfaction that creation brought her, satisfaction that would in her experience last for a while before fading, little things like missing out on a proper night's sleep seemed truly minor. Perhaps had she known how slow of a day it would be, that no one would come in at all for the first three hours that she was available she would have taken a nap. However, there was no way for her to know that, and it was essential that everything at Crystalline Memories seem one hundred percent normal. Maybe it was slightly paranoid but Elizabeth had always believed that there was no reason to make unforced mistakes, if she left even the most unlikely to be noticed clues she could be found out. It would be a true tragedy if she was discovered, her identity uncovered and her art ended before she finished. She was certain there were many more men out there who needed to be eternalized. Without her they would eventually wither and die, their essence lost forever and their beauty unrecorded. And so despite how slow the morning had been, Elizabeth had spent it on the bottom floor, in the gallery proper. In one respect it was a positive, she got to spend the morning reading and periodically casting an idle eye towards the door to make sure no one had slipped in unnoticed. When the gallery was empty it was as if the place was her private collection, savoring the beauty that surrounded her. At least some of it was beautiful. Many of the works were garish and superficial things, undeserving of display in her humble opinion. But, the artists who created them had paid her good money to display them and sell them to those who might be interested, and while Elizabeth had standards, quite high ones in fact, she didn't mind catering to the business side of things on that particular front. She also quite loved what she had done with the place, turning the lower floor of what had once been her family home into a splendid gallery. It had taken only a few touches to make the olden style house perfect for the part. The exterior had already been perfect, and of course she played a role herself by dressing the part with her elegant dresses and graceful mannerisms. This was a place for those with cultured and elegant tastes, those who could truly appreciate the old as well as the new. Her attention was drawn away from her book by the sound of the door opening, a sound that at times she might have missed, but with no one present it was easy to notice. She took a bookmark and slid it into her book, marking the page before she set the leather bound volume down upon one of the endtables near the various chairs in what had once been a living room and now was one of the main display rooms. Then she rose from her seat in a graceful motion and began to make her way to the foyer. There Elizabeth was greeted by a sight that surprised her, almost making her practiced welcoming smile, the winning expression of charm and light that normally captured at least the desires of men who saw her, slip off her face. It actually faltered for the briefest instant but she was quick to restore it, at most it would appear she was suprised but had gotten past it. In fact there had been a moment of almost existential dread, the presence of a man who was either from one of the alphabet soup agencies, or a bodyguard, neither her normal clientele. That had almost spooked her, could she have made a mistake and left some sign that led to her? But then she reminded herself how incredibly unlikely that was, doubtless it was simply the one day someone like this would walk in her door to look around. Aside from her momentary surprise her face maintained the warm welcoming expression that she normally put on for newcomers, and perhaps a little bit warmer than normal as she quickly assessed, liking what she saw and catching a slight glimmmer of sorts. A sign of potential? No matter, her urges had just been satiated the night before and so a glimmer was all it was. Hello! It's my pleasure to welcome you to Crystalline Memories. I'm Elizabeth Rescorae and this is my gallery. We have many fine pieces on display if you would like to look around. A brief hesitation before she spoke once more, her tone slightly playful. So which alphabet soup agency do you represent? In truth the playful seeming question was anything but, a number of answers would allay her concerns, and a number would deepen them. And how may I help you today?