The starlight flooded into the bedroom of the supposed dar Blackworm through the tall crystal windows. The monumental desk made from an expensive wood that had been transformed into a glorified workstation on which a certain maid had stacked new clothes she had jealously bought for the undead shamelessly masquerading as a Firmusian. The matching chair with a padded bottom had been pushed to the very side of the king-size bed and on top of it was a plate, licked clean of any evidence of whatever was on it before.
Iris's ear twitched involuntarily due to the sound of a page being turned over. Keeping one finger on the page, the elf closed her book and looked to her right.
Her very own bookworm flipped to another page, before the glow of her eyes could touch the page the girl opened her mouth and let out a yawn. Containing her urge to tease the sleepy necromancer, Iris simply continued watching Kia's adorable efforts to stay awake as her head sunk further into the pillow.
Iris ran her finger across the spine of a freshly put-down book, checking its title. The girl had brought seemingly an endless supply of books from the human library and stacked them in three distinct piles in the middle of the bed. From the pile of books weighing down the bed, Iris had fished out a tome dedicated to legends from all over Edor which remained the most interesting book the girl had set to the side. Someone might have assumed that the girl was flicking through the pages without reading them in any depth but in this half twilight, the truth glowed in the golden and blue light.
Kia turned over, her back facing toward the risen. It might have been a strange thing to do but Iris couldn't stop herself from watching Kia read at night, finding it rather adorable. The way her eyes illuminated the page and how the light zipped across the characters with incredible speed, lingering on a word before resuming was mesmerising like watching a complex mechanism work. Returning to her book the elf rested her head against the wall and delighted the soft pulses of cold wrapped in the peaceful silence without the eerie feeling of something watching from just beyond her vision.
*Purr*
Even without direct contact nor talking, the two undead appear to still cherish each other's presence, happy to engage in their own separate activities quietly enjoying their unlife.
Someone might have thought that the two were statues if not for them occasionally moving, turning a page and temporarily disturbing the still-life painting intended to be seen and remembered by no one but the pair. And all would remain peaceful and serene if and only if, the forgetful painter didn't forgot that one of the lifeless statues was a devour. The delicate porcelain doll yawned again, her pearly fangs gleaming in the soft light as she turned over again toward the warm elf minding her own business.
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"I feel like there is a barrier between us~" The risen still far away from falling asleep leaned over the wall of books between them two and cupped Kia's cheek and pulled her closer as if wanting the girl's head to tilt over and fall onto the alluringly soft-looking pillows. To the elf's great enjoyment, her words caused a great, big frown to appear on the sleepy kitten's face.
In response the impatient undead swiped the books into her inventory, missing a couple. The necromancer then handed Iris an ordinary-looking notebook filled to the brim with words in Common.
"I can't decipher these words. Will you... grrrr, why couldn't you stop changing the language you speak? I can't read a book without the language changing for no reason." Kia puckered her cheek in frustration. Her finger pointed onto the book she was holding where the new and old human languages coexisted.
"Are you jealous that I can understand everything I read?" The elf asked.
"Ye- No! Stop messing with me. That would be inappropriate to do. Grumble grumble. Just do as I say."
"As you wish, Mistress Kiayicu."
"Nya! Not like that. Iris, I told you never to call me like this!" With a sudden sprout of strength, the petite doll climbed on top of the malfunctioning risen and grabbed her collar trying to shake the annoyance out of her throne. "Iris say something normal. It's not funny! I need you to, to..."
"You need me to what?"
"I need you to be yourself." The girl stayed on top of Iris before sliding down completely drained as she realised what her creation was doing.
"I might have deserved that." The hoplite felt the mage's sharp fangs pierce her skin on the wrist as she tried to stroke the girl's silk-like hair.
A crimson streak flowed down her arm as the provoked girl retaliated and took long sips of her warm ichor.
"Did I overdid it?" Leveraging Kia's jaw to open, the elf freed her wrist which had gone as pale as the sickly girl. "I will happily translate this for you then." The elf lifted up the notebook opening it on the first page, giving an inviting glance toward the snapping turtle beside her.
The ancient used the elf's lap as a pillow while her creation began to speak the many innocuous words written by her translating them by simply speaking.
"Ibis, I almost forgot to ask you. Can you give me clay?"
"Clay? What would you need that for?"
"And iron ingot..." Sleepyicu added with her mind on the edge of passing to the other side.
*Tap* *Tap*
"Ki-a, hello?" The elf tried to wake her creator up and inquire about her strange request but the girl had been fighting off sleeping for two bells now and she slept as if killed. "Will my Kia wake up or did she become Purryicu?"
A loud and dangerous-sounding purr came out of the sleeping undead upon hearing her new name, although for the risen it only invited further attacks.
The ancient necromancer who had defeated the Bloom, the illness defying even the powers of the Aspects stiffened as Iris ran her finger across her body. Following the Anchor mark the elf played with her creator like an instrument. Her finger meandered slowly onto Kia's thigh where the sleeping girl let out a shameful squeal, appearing to almost wake up from the lucid state before gripping the sheet as Iris stopped.
"I'm getting my revenge now." The jealous elf is still bitter about the human incident and shuffled away from her unsatisfied creator who let out a desperate moan.
The elf straightened her posture and leaned against the wall. With a revengeful smile, she opened her book once more basking in the frustration of the poor girl rubbing her legs together too pure to satisfy herself.
"I might love you a bit too much." The delectable taste of revenge turned bitter in Iris's mouth. Grabbing the hem of the soft blanket she covered the proud ancient sparing her the night of embarrassment.