[Lillith] haunted surprises

[cyprus]

"Oh?" She had a playful look. "It's a bit complex, I know. Life seems complex in and of itself and then it turns around and plays with your fate messing it up furth into something awful."

"It may seem like I should be older, because I literally buried myself into history books when I was growing up. Consequently I had been acting like I was from that era...I think it's a compliment." she saw the look on his face.
"There are certain reasons why I feel I should stay around here. It has to do with my family. And yes, too soon. It is very foolish to try and remove stitches from a wound that hasn't healed yet, am I wrong? The same goes for loss of loved ones. Showing myself to the individual will only reawaken memories and allow him to realize I may be 'here', but he can never have me again. It may take one hundred years before he recovers sufficiently to move on."

It was her turn to frown a little again and dart off kitty corner to her current location, then off set herself on his right front. "'Tis a pity I had to watch my daughter helplessly and let that bastard corrupt my bloodline with a darkened heart. Although I am not unhappy with the bloodline of magic he offered the family line, as I came from a pureblood mother and halfblood father. Grandfather was always unhappy about my mother marrying my father, and I never knew why til after I died. In fact I never knew i had a magical heritage until after I died as well. I think my parents feared I would become a very cunning witch in the wrong hands then way I immersed myself into the studies of witches and the middle ages."

She re-centered herself in front of him. "As you've likely realized by now, I love to talk about what I was like before I met my husband. If you did not know anything of what I knew, I would be eager to tell you what I know... but knowing this school, they have already covered everything. So I won't bother, but I wouldn't mind discussing to see what you knew and didn't. It does get somewhat lonely around here you know.."

[Jacoby Michaels]

He allowed a strange smirk to play his lips when she said oh. The expression wasn't of curiosity, nor was it at amusement toward the topic that they had been speaking of. Rather, a strange disdain for such unfortunate blood lines. Strange in its way because he had mixed emotions toward his own. As he was sure many other people did toward theirs. "Yes," he said simply before adding, "My family has many branches where insanity seems to be the strongest genetic trait," He nodded in agreement then. Complex wasn't the word he'd have used, but it seemed to fit nonetheless.

"Well, you're welcome then," he teased lightly. Not that he expected to be thanked for the compliment, he simply had a strange (and at times, quite typical) sense of humor. "Nothing wrong with that, though. I buried myself in books growing up, too. Different subjects than yourself, but all the same," He thought for a moment before asking, "What... attracted you to the era?"

He nodded in understanding, but there was still obviously more he wanted to know. "What does it have to do with your family, though?" he questioned, perhaps a tad forcefully in his own curiosity. He thought about her metaphor for a moment. The logic was definitely impossible to argue. "No, you aren't," he said, eyebrows narrowed as he mulled over the words some more. "I can't say I know much about losing loved ones through first hand experience," he admitted, "But from being near a dear friend when he lost someone dear, I suppose I, in at least a small way, understand," he replied. Though, he wondered if he'd ever empathise.

He shook his head, supposing that he probably wouldn't for a while. Not unless he lost one of two people, which he didn't want to think about. "One hundred years?" he questioned, "But who would live that long? Unless he's a vampire," He suggested. He saw her frown, watching her as she moved again. "Sometimes you can't prevent bloodlines having darkened hearts," he said cryptically, "Even if you are alive to know it's happened."

He stared curiously after she'd explained her family. Head tilted slightly to the right, he responded, "How strange it must have been, then, for you to discover your heritage after your death. Never to have held a wand, or stirred a Potion," He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I just cannot imagine having such a thing hidden from me. Though, I'd be a hypocrite to judge your parents, for I keep my own share of family secrets," She recentered and his eyes were on her once more.

"I have realized it," he said, "and I don't quite mind. In fact, it's a bit nice to have someone who, also, likes to talk around. It can be boring when you're the only one rambling away. I wouldn't mind discussing it, either. I can't say I know about such loneliness," And it was the truth. Jacoby, while he often tried too hard for attention, also quite loved his time alone.