The vampire was more than ready to turn his attention onto the ruins, and he did nothing to interrupt her as she began. Her warning about ugly images was heeded, but unnecessary. Carnage was written into his blood. And in regards to blood, Aidou already knew about the old blood that dotted what was left of the town, naturally, and had spent his time since his first and only trip there building theories about what the rest of the town could hold.
The church he’d heard about, too, though briefly and from the bulletin…
His expression was still as Anise described what was inside, his only reaction a glitter in eyes that had grown intent. A normal child as he thought of them would’ve been far less calm about walking into a tomb--however real or unreal--and in that moment, Aidou was glad that Anise defied her age in the many ways she did. A church full of old bones… it stuck out like a high note in his head, pulling at the memories of reading about similar discoveries. It seemed the town, too, was an area frozen in time. Night after night, the same holocaust.
Pensive, Aidou curled his fingers in and pressed his lips to the back of them. “I’d heard a little of that place before,” he eventually said. “And that there were remains in the town.” There was more he wanted to say, but he glanced at Anise first, gauging her. After the mentality she’d displayed just during lunch, would she balk at thinking deeply about a perceived slaughter? Or had she already? “Did you notice anything else?” he asked. “About the church, the skeletons?”
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The church he’d heard about, too, though briefly and from the bulletin…
His expression was still as Anise described what was inside, his only reaction a glitter in eyes that had grown intent. A normal child as he thought of them would’ve been far less calm about walking into a tomb--however real or unreal--and in that moment, Aidou was glad that Anise defied her age in the many ways she did. A church full of old bones… it stuck out like a high note in his head, pulling at the memories of reading about similar discoveries. It seemed the town, too, was an area frozen in time. Night after night, the same holocaust.
Pensive, Aidou curled his fingers in and pressed his lips to the back of them. “I’d heard a little of that place before,” he eventually said. “And that there were remains in the town.” There was more he wanted to say, but he glanced at Anise first, gauging her. After the mentality she’d displayed just during lunch, would she balk at thinking deeply about a perceived slaughter? Or had she already? “Did you notice anything else?” he asked. “About the church, the skeletons?”