Age at Death: 21
Born in 1160 in the Kingdom of Jerusalem, I was a slave to a merchant and caught in the cross fire during the Crusade. I nearly died, but an mysterious stranger saved me by giving me the Dark Gift. I had traveled throughout Europe since than. Currently reside in London as a modiste.
Avicus' fledgling.
(NSFW. This is an independent rp account, I am not Nijah, nor Alexandra Daddario)
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Good Bye Nijah [Nijah/Countess]
She blinked as the Countess related the message that had been passed through to her by the Marquis. Protect? What had happened? Why would they needed protection. A thousand question rushed past her before she managed to nod to her ladyship with the serious expression on her face.
“I see. So he left me at your disposal and you pass the decision on to me.” She lowered her gaze briefly to her intertwined fingers before returned them to her ladyship again: “If the Marquis is not returning, not for the next few decades, or ever, then my choice will be leaving this household, as I had done so a month ago, this time it is merely more….official. It had been a pleasure to be in your company, Countess.”
“Yes, for the decision shall be yours to hold and not his own. Not his to be blamed should others believe you were thrown aside like refuse. Nay, it shall be yours to forever recall upon and yours to decide. You are his consort and you have moved onto greener pastures.” The Countess scented the one whom she kept company, but it would not be her to question Nijah no longer. They would part ways this evening and she motioned for a servant to come forth with the paperwork to have the dissolution made official on paper.
The Countess inclined her head, but such a life would not be for Nijah for if she was her own consort, there would be changes. Chastity, but tis Nijah’s life to lead. The Countess held her own servants and gladiators within her household. “You may read over the paper, simply stating you under no duress nor my own threats were forced to sign this document stating you wish to be released as consort from The Marquis hold. This means, should you inform others, it shall be you were released for the better good of keeping all safe. I shall not have you weep nor state he released you for other reasons. I held such problems with another servants who threatened to state it was The Marquis who wished her gone in order to gain sympathy. I trust you will not do the same for it?,” she questioned, as the servant held out a quill for Nijah to use.
The servant who had made false lies later forfeited her life to the knife. The Countess would not do the same to Nijah, but she would reveal the truth should Nijah ever become such a woman of fabricated lies. Yet, she did not believe Nijah would stoop so low as the other servant had, but it was all in warning.
“I understand.” Nijah took over the quill and the paper from the servant and began to read the fine print on the paper. Somehow he knew what had happened to her. Somehow the Marquis knew. It means he had read all the letters she sent him, as well as the others. He always remained a mysterious figure to her. To these days she still could not understand why he decided to take her as his consort, after blatantly telling her he had no affection for her. But that was not the time to discuss it any more. It would be something for her to ponder upon in her own time: “I will not do such a thing, Countess. I believe you know me well enough to know that.”
“Yes, Nijah, and I can verily see and perhaps scent you have done well for yourself. Now settle yourself upon the chair placed before my desk,” she stated. What she would say would be from her desk to further keep the distance. Better should The Countess know of how Nijah would react. The woman was never one for conflict and held no need to place guards about the room. Merely a knife within her tresses. “The Marquis has sent word to me and of your fate.”
She lifted her long skirt and slowly walked toward the empty chair before her ladyship’s desk. Being in the house again after the long absence brought back so many memory. Her time here had been short, but most of them had been pleasant. She doubt without the help of the Countess, or the Marquis, it would be the same.
Her brows furrowed at the mention of his lordship: “Yes, you had mentioned in the note it would be about his lordship. Had he returned to the household? “
Her eyes continued to linger upon Nijah’s form and then flickered towards the letters. Such letters not to be repeated lest it would be necessary to ease the mind of those within the household. Dana, or her whereabouts were unknown, and The Countess did not believe she lived within London. She may have been drained or released by The Marquis. Perhaps, he even removed her from this household and brought her along as sustenance while he fought with hunters. She did not know nor did she seemed to care. However, The Countess let out a human sigh at Nijah’s questions.
“No, he shall not be returning to the household, nor to London, nor as a man whom you serve as consort.” The Countess simply stated, “He has bequeathed his estate, his land holdings, his servants, and most importantly, his consorts to me as he sees fit. However, I believe the choice lies with you, Nijah. You hold the choice to leave his service for he may never return to London in a few months, a few years, a few decades. He has taken leave to protect the household and to protect those who are in his company.” It was not simply for he wished to leave one or spurn them, it was for the safety, and no one would and could fault him for being a brave Marquis.
She blinked as the Countess related the message that had been passed through to her by the Marquis. Protect? What had happened? Why would they needed protection. A thousand question rushed past her before she managed to nod to her ladyship with the serious expression on her face.
“I see. So he left me at your disposal and you pass the decision on to me.” She lowered her gaze briefly to her intertwined fingers before returned them to her ladyship again: “If the Marquis is not returning, not for the next few decades, or ever, then my choice will be leaving this household, as I had done so a month ago, this time it is merely more….official. It had been a pleasure to be in your company, Countess.”
nijah replied to your post: Nijah stood before the gate of the Countess house, frowning at the note in her hand. It was delivered by a servant she knew working within the household no more than an hour ago. It had something to do with the Marquis. Had his lordship returned? What had happened to him all these time? Puzzling some, she raised her hand and hit the iron knuckle, waiting for the guard to come to answer the door.
The guard leaded Nijah along the wall way and to the study. “Good evening, Countess.” She curtsied at the door: “How are you faring this evening. I had received your message and com as soon as I could.”“Yes, Nijah, and I can verily see and perhaps scent you have done well for yourself. Now settle yourself upon the chair placed before my desk,” she stated. What she would say would be from her desk to further keep the distance. Better should The Countess know of how Nijah would react. The woman was never one for conflict and held no need to place guards about the room. Merely a knife within her tresses. “The Marquis has sent word to me and of your fate.”
She lifted her long skirt and slowly walked toward the empty chair before her ladyship’s desk. Being in the house again after the long absence brought back so many memory. Her time here had been short, but most of them had been pleasant. She doubt without the help of the Countess, or the Marquis, it would be the same.
Her brows furrowed at the mention of his lordship: “Yes, you had mentioned in the note it would be about his lordship. Had he returned to the household? “
He’s not my Mar….what?
Let Us Mend Fences
I think we should mend fences because honestly I am not going to lose out on a few allies and lovers.
There is no need to mend the fences, Count. And good evening.
How are things going for you? Any word on the counseling?
At the moment she’s still want me to tell her everything. So we are still working on that part.
“You speak to them of your history and for one hour to which you’ll find it well for the soul.”
Vampires didn’t have one. Nijah gathered her bottles, put them in a small wooden crate and picked it up: “Have a good evening, Countess.”
“Good evening, Nijah, you will go to this address and be there on time or before.” The Countess held a small parchment towards her.
She spared out a hand from the crates and gingerly took the parchment: “Thank you, Countess.”
“You speak to them of your history and for one hour to which you’ll find it well for the soul.”
Vampires didn’t have one. Nijah gathered her bottles, put them in a small wooden crate and picked it up: “Have a good evening, Countess.”
(Source: nijah)
Then what would aid her to remove the past? “Counselor and from there find other avenues to cease the memories hold over your form. You shall attend it for ten sessions. Ten sessions if there is no progress, then another avenue to pursue.”
Nijah tilted her head and looked at her ladyship. Well, suppose it was a way showing that she cared. Besides, it was no harm going.
“Alright, I will go.” She sighed and nodded.
“You shall go tomorrow evening and you shall reveal to him. I will not have you merely sitting upon the settee to stare for an hour.”
“I do know how a shrink work, Countess.” She smiled up at her ladyship: “Even though I do not think it will help.”
“Counselor? What?” She blinked: “What exactly did you talk about?”
“Your history as a slave, your inability to remove yourself from the past and its affect on your relations with others, mainly males.”
“And you believe seeing someone will help that? She smiled a little wryly: “Countess, it’s the mortal thing. You of all people should know that won’t work on us.”
Then what would aid her to remove the past? “Counselor and from there find other avenues to cease the memories hold over your form. You shall attend it for ten sessions. Ten sessions if there is no progress, then another avenue to pursue.”
Nijah tilted her head and looked at her ladyship. Well, suppose it was a way showing that she cared. Besides, it was no harm going.
“Alright, I will go.” She sighed and nodded.
“Counselor? What?” She blinked: “What exactly did you talk about?”
“Your history as a slave, your inability to remove yourself from the past and its affect on your relations with others, mainly males.”
“And you believe seeing someone will help that? She smiled a little wryly: “Countess, it’s the mortal thing. You of all people should know that won’t work on us.”
“Start from drinking from the drunkard.”She looked at her ladyship: “Disappointed, oui? Don’t be. It is how I lived my life for the last eight hundred years plus, Countess.”
Did she find herself with the bottle to escape from the memories of the past? “Let them flow over your thoughts and be secure in one evening finding peace. Tis how I found mine for The Count appeared when my madness was towards its end.”
“Some lingers longer, Countess.” She grinned serenely: “One always have to find outlet, any outlet, to force them sink to the bottom. As for the Count, you have met my male form the other night, non?”
“Yes, and I informed him through The Count of you and I speaking of your history. It seems it is necessary to bring forth a human counselor. A human who will counsel you on your past.” One to aid and lay to rest the memories to bind Nijah to her roots as a slave.
“Counselor? What?” She blinked: “What exactly did you talk about?”
“Start from drinking from the drunkard.”She looked at her ladyship: “Disappointed, oui? Don’t be. It is how I lived my life for the last eight hundred years plus, Countess.”
Did she find herself with the bottle to escape from the memories of the past? “Let them flow over your thoughts and be secure in one evening finding peace. Tis how I found mine for The Count appeared when my madness was towards its end.”
“Some lingers longer, Countess.” She grinned serenely: “One always have to find outlet, any outlet, to force them sink to the bottom. As for the Count, you have met my male form the other night, non?”
(Source: nijah)
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“Tonight?” she quirked a brow: “About an hour ago.”
The Countess restated her inquiry, “Your bout with the vice of alcohol. When did you first begin to drink? Centuries past?”
“On and off, oui.” She shrugged: “I drink, and when I am drunk, I go to bed. No mayhem whatsoever.”
“How did you begin to infuse your veins and your form with alcohol?” There was disappointment upon her features, but no words to place them upon her tongue.
“Start from drinking from the drunkard.”She looked at her ladyship: “Disappointed, oui? Don’t be. It is how I lived my life for the last eight hundred years plus, Countess.”
“Tonight?” she quirked a brow: “About an hour ago.”
The Countess restated her inquiry, “Your bout with the vice of alcohol. When did you first begin to drink? Centuries past?”
“On and off, oui.” She shrugged: “I drink, and when I am drunk, I go to bed. No mayhem whatsoever.”
(Source: nijah)