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DragonSphere · Mar 29th, 2003, 04:17 AM

As they both ventured downstairs and into a grand kitchen with a lengthy dinner table, Mycroft was invited to sit down anywhere he pleased while the matron prepared some herbal tea. In this way, he sat down near the refrigerator and simply watched the busy woman at work. He admired her gracefulness and tender personality, experiencing a feeling he had never felt with his own parents or family. Sighing at his newfound comfort, he then turned his attention toward a large mirror that hung across from his position at the table; elegantly decorated and shimmered with tints of gold and silver. The mirror itself was quite a sight to behold: its length measured to about 6 feet or so, and the width just a little more than half of that. Its crystal surface shone bright and nonchalant under the fiery gaze of the kitchen, where a number of small lamps and trinkets were set in harmony with one another. But in spite of the rhapsody that ceaselessly enveloped the mirror, another figure of importance was much more attractive (and yet rather disturbing) to Mycroft's eye- his reflection.

This ghastly image of his own self stirred his soul belligerently into a mixture of daunting remembrances and events that he would willingly choose to forget if he had the chance. Staring at that pale face alone brought up a large mass of repressed and regretful memories. Then there was the gleaming white light about his face, such a strange color it was for a baby of his age, and now even as a young man. The fact that his hair wasn't black or brown- as was with "normal" people- seemed to separate him the most from the aspects of sociability; though some other factors had led on to this as well. Hitherto, the likeness of himself he found in pools of water and glass were painful reminders of his forlorn life…something which he wished not to dwell upon. All those years of dissent and turmoil, of being forsaken and discarded; this and more he bottled up inside, refusing to speak even but a word of it. To where it would eventually lead him, however, he knew nothing about.

With these thoughts, Mycroft often got lost into his own world dreaming about the things he wished to have, and of which he wished to accomplished; and it was no exception this time. Before he could tell how much time had passed, he soon found himself to be lying about upon a comfy couch that stood adjacent to the kitchen that he was previously in. Around him stood the kind old lady and an elder-looking man, monitoring his behavior carefully, caring to his needs. Deciding to find out what had just happened, Mycroft slowly pulled himself off the comforters and spoke to his host: "Dear lady, I feel so ashamed of the recent occurrences. Sorry if I'm causing any sort of inconvenience."

"No, no, lad. It is just fine." replied the matron, "Oh… and this is my husband," she said while pointing at the elder, "He is Wilfred Allinacht, and I am Mrs. Eleanor Allinacht. I did mean to tell you my name earlier, but it just slipped my mind."

Mycroft nodded. "Please to meet you Mr. Allinacht," said he, stretching out his hand, "your wife has shown tremendous efforts to take care such a stranger as I; in this household at least."

"You need not worry about it, Mr. Dantess. I assure you that the pleasure is ours," answered Wilfred with a soft-spoken voice, "the others shall be arriving shortly."

"Others?"

"Why, yes. Have you already forgotten, Mycroft? Though it has been quite awhile since we all last met, I'm sure you'd remember a group such as us."

"I'm not sure what I remember anymore…"

"All in due time, my old friend. In the meanwhile, it appears as if that recent run-in with the truck at 45th and 6th has left you quite shaken. Eleanor tells me that you were shivering like mad at the dining table, and then passed out."

"Is that what happened?"

"I'm afraid so," added Eleanor, "I was just about to pour you some of the tea when I saw you in a state of shock, which soon evolved to a sort of spasm. That was when I moved you to the couch and when Wilfred knocked at the door. Please rest now; you shall be waken up when everyone else has arrived."

Mycroft silently agreed and instantly fell into dreamless sleep.

Mar 29th, 2003, 04:17 AM	#2
DragonSphere Beneath the Shadow Joined: Jan 2002 Age: 38 Posts: 818	continued As they both ventured downstairs and into a grand kitchen with a lengthy dinner table, Mycroft was invited to sit down anywhere he pleased while the matron prepared some herbal tea. In this way, he sat down near the refrigerator and simply watched the busy woman at work. He admired her gracefulness and tender personality, experiencing a feeling he had never felt with his own parents or family. Sighing at his newfound comfort, he then turned his attention toward a large mirror that hung across from his position at the table; elegantly decorated and shimmered with tints of gold and silver. The mirror itself was quite a sight to behold: its length measured to about 6 feet or so, and the width just a little more than half of that. Its crystal surface shone bright and nonchalant under the fiery gaze of the kitchen, where a number of small lamps and trinkets were set in harmony with one another. But in spite of the rhapsody that ceaselessly enveloped the mirror, another figure of importance was much more attractive (and yet rather disturbing) to Mycroft's eye- his reflection. This ghastly image of his own self stirred his soul belligerently into a mixture of daunting remembrances and events that he would willingly choose to forget if he had the chance. Staring at that pale face alone brought up a large mass of repressed and regretful memories. Then there was the gleaming white light about his face, such a strange color it was for a baby of his age, and now even as a young man. The fact that his hair wasn't black or brown- as was with "normal" people- seemed to separate him the most from the aspects of sociability; though some other factors had led on to this as well. Hitherto, the likeness of himself he found in pools of water and glass were painful reminders of his forlorn life…something which he wished not to dwell upon. All those years of dissent and turmoil, of being forsaken and discarded; this and more he bottled up inside, refusing to speak even but a word of it. To where it would eventually lead him, however, he knew nothing about. With these thoughts, Mycroft often got lost into his own world dreaming about the things he wished to have, and of which he wished to accomplished; and it was no exception this time. Before he could tell how much time had passed, he soon found himself to be lying about upon a comfy couch that stood adjacent to the kitchen that he was previously in. Around him stood the kind old lady and an elder-looking man, monitoring his behavior carefully, caring to his needs. Deciding to find out what had just happened, Mycroft slowly pulled himself off the comforters and spoke to his host: "Dear lady, I feel so ashamed of the recent occurrences. Sorry if I'm causing any sort of inconvenience." "No, no, lad. It is just fine." replied the matron, "Oh… and this is my husband," she said while pointing at the elder, "He is Wilfred Allinacht, and I am Mrs. Eleanor Allinacht. I did mean to tell you my name earlier, but it just slipped my mind." Mycroft nodded. "Please to meet you Mr. Allinacht," said he, stretching out his hand, "your wife has shown tremendous efforts to take care such a stranger as I; in this household at least." "You need not worry about it, Mr. Dantess. I assure you that the pleasure is ours," answered Wilfred with a soft-spoken voice, "the others shall be arriving shortly." "Others?" "Why, yes. Have you already forgotten, Mycroft? Though it has been quite awhile since we all last met, I'm sure you'd remember a group such as us." "I'm not sure what I remember anymore…" "All in due time, my old friend. In the meanwhile, it appears as if that recent run-in with the truck at 45th and 6th has left you quite shaken. Eleanor tells me that you were shivering like mad at the dining table, and then passed out." "Is that what happened?" "I'm afraid so," added Eleanor, "I was just about to pour you some of the tea when I saw you in a state of shock, which soon evolved to a sort of spasm. That was when I moved you to the couch and when Wilfred knocked at the door. Please rest now; you shall be waken up when everyone else has arrived." Mycroft silently agreed and instantly fell into dreamless sleep.