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[h1]Alizée Altieri[/h1][/center]

[color=lightgray][i][u]Location: Flowers and Canvases[/u][/i][/color]

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A shimmering blue butterfly, matching the woman's eyes, sat atop pale fingers as she leaned back in her seat. She stared at it curiously, pinpoints of light radiating off its wings. She could hear Auri speaking, but one pressing thought was beckoning her urgently. Her lips parted, exposing teeth.

[i]What did the butterfly taste like?[/i]

Could she get away with trying to lick it? Maybe squeezing its pretty form in her phantom hands, and devouring it outright? It would be a right nice snack, a gleaming and glorious little appetizer.

Her eyes shot to Auri at the mention of 'Father Wolf', momentarily forgetting her spiraling, ravenous thoughts.

[i][b]"Remember, we are not a Coven; we are a [/b][/i][b]family.[/b][i] [b]Are there any problems with that? Suggestions maybe?"[/b][/i]

[b]"I... don't think forgiving and forgetting the past will be such an easy task,"[/b] Alizée said, playing with the butterfly a bit in her hand. She knew exactly who she was talking about. Drake Blackmore was here, just on the other side of the room. Someone she had looked up to before things went south. Someone she was very much certain still harbored ill towards her. Someone who had a sour opinion of night-stalking.

[b]"You called us here, what are you expecting from us?"[/b] She added, moving her hand so the butterfly took to the room, fluttering about.

[color=6B8E23][b]”For some of us it isn’t all in the past. I’m not talking about the petty fights we had, but what Britney did…"[/b][/color] said Luca, near her on one of the seats.

Alizée's brow immediately furrowed at the mention of Brittany, one of the [i]only[/i] members of the Coven that was on her side 10 years ago when she had her falling out. And now they were talking bad about her best friend in her absence?

[b]"Sacre bleu, would you give Brittany a rest?"[/b] Alizée said to Luca, pressing a hand to her forehead briefly. She smoothed out her black satin blouse and skirt, trying to keep in the spark of rage bubbling beneath the surface.

[b]"I'd dare to say the experience of being adjoined is good for you."[/b] Her tone dropped a note, eyeing the Void Heart hovering near her shoulder, which was staring hard at Luca. [b]"...Give you some perspective."[/b]

A mixture of regret and pain passed over her face. No. Being adjoined was likely the worst thing to happen to a person, Blind or not. It was from her own selfishness that she spoke. She hated being the odd girl out. The one with whispering horrors going on in her head, while everyone else remained sane. Perhaps... she felt a bit of relief that Luca felt pain similar to hers.

[i]"Nah, you're just a sore loser."[/i] The Void Heart's cold, deep voice spoke in her mind.

She immediately glared sideways at the Void Heart. To any Blind person, it would appear as if she were making faces to the wall. As if she was really insane.

Well. Maybe she really was [i]losing her marbles[/i].