((I’m really sad that a lot of my rp partners that I interacted with on my Wendesday blog aren’t around anymore. They’ve either left or deleted or been inactive for months and months. I really miss all the old Devil’s Carnival and Repo! muses my Wednesday got close with. :C))
"Nothing should directly effect my memory, Wednesday," The vampire shrugged, shoulders lifting in a nonchalant manner: "I am no longer living under the household of the Marquis, yes, it means I am no longer his consort. I had moved back to my own house since then and carried on my modiste business there. Those are the only two main events in my life since we last saw each other. You see, non of them should effect my memory whatsoever at all."
"Though I must say my overall emotional states at the time was a little, cheerful. Events occurred before we were acquainted had quaked my emotional wellbeing so strongly, I went into slumber for the first time in my immortal life. Luckily it didn’t last long." She grimaced.
"I take it that sleeping for vampires is different for humans..or near humans. When I wake up I usually feel sharper and more in control. I hope your business is doing well in any event." She picked up her son, a seven month old boy. He was as pale as Wendesday was with bright hazel eyes that nearly looked yellow and pale brown hair. "This is the only thing that’s changed in my life. It’s why I haven’t been out and about recently. Motherhood’s been a bit…distraction But rewarding. His name’s Alastor, it means Demon Executioner."
Nijah tilted her head and in one split second, she passed the gate and stood at Wednesday’s porch. Her jet black hair brushed against her slender shoulder. The long drape of her Khaki coat flew behind her. She glanced around as the young woman come open the door for her. The curve of a smile never left her face.
"Arh, yes, Wednesday," She flutter closed her eyes momentarily, long lashes casting shadows on her pale white cheeks. Cornflower hues glittered as she opened her eyes again: "That’s the name. Pray forgive me for my memory, I assure you our kind’s are usually quite acute."
She nodded at that, her own black braids winging ever so slightly with the movement of her head.
"I understand, after all I have several members of my family who are also…of the un dead variety. It makes things a bit more interesting at family gatherings, not that we’ve ever minded. I wonder why you forgot me though? Did something happen to you since I saw you last?"
The vampire could not help but grin as she saw the corner of dark curtain lifted and a small pale heartshape face peered out. Yes, she knew her. She had seen her at the Countess’ house when she was still the Marquis’ Consort. Back then, her ideas of serving mortals within the house human flesh had impressed both his lordship and herself. She could not help but stifle a small sigh. So much had gone since then. A lot of them were water under the bridge now. She was no longer the Consort of the famous gentlemen. She had returned to live her life as a humble modiste.
So it is you, She nodded toward the girl. I am afraid your name had escaped me for a moment. But I do remember you.
If Wednesday was surprised the Nijah didn’t remember her than she didn’t show it. (Wednesday very rarely if ever showed any emotion.) Though it did strike her as odd, and interesting. Mental illnesses and conditions fascinated her, especially considering she herself had been diagnosed with several herself.
"Wednesday Addams." Wednesday introduced herself then added. "Would you like to come in. I know how harsh the sunlight is on your kind."