#Presidential Daughter :: oathofpromises

[darckcarnival]

@oathofpromises for Ashley Graham

Continued from: Here

Needless to say that Darck cared, was an understatement. Though unhinged some of her mental state might be at this stage in her life, these early 2000's years, the woman had still gone out of her way to help where she could. Reassure as a whispering voice from the shadows,. Leave goods, or clues, here and there in the open when she could. But to outright physically intervene was... Something that was rare- yet still had come to fruition. At least, a little bit, once or twice-

However the woman couldn't just move on when all was said and done. Much as she may wish to. No, instead there was the bad habit cropping up again, paranoia forcing ones hand to shift in darkness, watching out of the shadows to at least check in on those that had gotten out of Spain alive. One of which of course, being Ashley-

Of whom... Suddenly seemed to feel, or sense, someone watching. In this dark bedroom. Whispering out little comments of questions. As if trying to coax a reaction. Yet some of the comments that were made- it worked. Getting a reply from the shadow. She remembered.

She remembered.

Quiet settled in once more while the blonde young lady spoke. Taking in what was being said like a welcome weight to settle upon drifting nerves. The poor kid had been through hell and back, yet still found something good from it in the end. The friend she had made with Leon- and apparently that voice that had helped her through. Maybe best not to comment on how the shadow did it's best to help her survive either.

A soft breath seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere in the darkness, quiet and muted. Until finally the shadows seemed to thicken further in one corner of the room. Letting moonlight gleam just enough within, to shine off something. Lenses, sunglasses. Purple ones suddenly coming into view. With a shape along with it, but no real details. They didn't leave the sanctuary of the darkness just yet, but at least coalesced more obviously.

Movement, a gentle thunk- something sounding like a boot resting on the floor. Like a step, or a crouch, as the body lowered down. And that voice which followed was the exact same as it had been months ago. Soft, concerned, and calm. Although maybe curious and awed. "Not a lot of people do remember me or what I do, so I'm a bit... Surprised... Leon doesn't always recall me either." But that was a tale for another day.

Another shift of weight, like the person shrouded in blackness was taking a full seat now on the flooring. "That kind of trauma... It will follow you, Ashley Graham. And it can help mold you, you can use it, instead of letting it control you. You need to talk with people to, don't bottle it up... So then, How you feeling? Other than torn up." May as well offer a moment of someone to talk with, unbiased, and probably wouldn't be seen in public. "I'm glad to see you've recovered, by the way. Physically at least."