hesitance radiates from his very core, shyness he new had never been there until he reemerged into this world as a being of the undead. lifting his large hand, rubbing the side of his skull beneath the flickering pink flames upon his head, he replies,
’ lewis. ’
and lewis does not have the energy to chase her away, because it’s best if strangers did not stumble upon her mansion. while necessarily, he was not dangerous unless angered, the other spirits that dwelled inside the building were far less hospitable than he.
though her face is usually devoid of much emotion, her body language displays something akin to being laid back. she assesses his appearance in a very discreet manner; from the flames that serve as hair, to the skeleton accents on the gloves upon his hands. quite a uniform display, & one that is aesthetically pleasing.
’ nice to meet you, lewis. ’
& it seems as if they are both introverted. akira lacks knowledge of what to say next; billions of years have changed much, yet the core of her personality remains the same. shoulders rolls back slowly; a soft crack emitted. slowly does she blink, lips pursed.
death has made his senses far more commendable, as now he can tell when something is more than human. more than anything human beings can comprehend. the being before him is old, very old, but he cannot place an age. but something about the way they carry themselves demands respect, shows intelligence and wisdom beyond anything he’s felt before.
’ who are you? ’
embedded within aged bones lies stardust & dying starlight; she breathes & the sun quivers with the air rushed from its atmosphere. yet, to her, everything seems normal; the talking entity before her seems somewhat questioning about her very presence. former general; he is right, not only that. she is lethal & refined. soft voice speaks; words laced with an unnamed accent.
’ akira. ’
she infers that he wants more than a name, but until specifics are given, she keeps answers short & simple. despite her age, & what comes with it, she certainly does not view herself as very old. rather, she believes to be more —— experienced.
headcannon. despite akira having an athletic & fit body, she possesses a very feminine face & lower half. her hands are very soft & show little to no sign of wear. despite her appearing around her mid 20s to early 30s, something about her makes people unsure of her physical age. in addition to this, her species ages very slowly, & she isn’t that old in q'treien years.
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how peculiar. never before has she born witness to such an odd atmosphere like this. sure, the mansion may be abandoned, but she’s sure that she’s far enough into the building to avoid the FRIGID winter air outside. floating off of the floor of the mansion, the alien cants her head to the side.
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Foolish enough to think that she was alone in this establishment? All the more e n t e r t a i n i n g to watch their expression go from simply paranoid to absolutely horrified.
The crumpled five dollars she had dropped was tightly grasped within his gloved fist, finally giving a gentle tap upon her shoulder once caught up to her hurried pace.
Fear gripped her insides, & chills ran down her spine. Shoulders hunched, the alien let out a stubborn huff, shrugging off the rain pelted jacket & rubbing pale arms.
Cold enough as it was, she found the HAUNTING aura of the seemingly abandoned to i n t e n s i f y; onyx hairs standing upon the back of her neck. The tap of her shoulder sent her reeling around, assuming a defensive stance. Whatever the entity was, it only spooked her for the sudden arrival.
