| To Shiloh |
[03 Feb 2010|11:05pm] |
Bernadette didn't often go searching for other people. Other people came to her. But tonight she was feeling particularly proactive and she whisked through the house, poking her head into every room looking for Shiloh. She missed his face and she missed his voice. He was rapidly becoming her favorite, a position that held both advantages and disadvantages. Thanks to him, she had long since forgotten the two little half-demons who had left her before she'd truly been through with them.
"Shiloh?" she called out in a sing-song voice as she traveled down one of the long halls of the mansion. "Shiiiiiloh." She amused herself a great deal and his name was followed by the sound of her laugh. She trailed the tips of her fingers along the crisp white beadboard until she came to a doorway. Swinging into the room, she scanned it and then let out a frustrated little sigh when she saw that it was empty. And so she continued on her way, still calling out his name.
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