#YIPPIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE

[sunhalf]

@spirestar : Lucien tilts his head, tapping his fingernails against the hardcover book in his hands--There's a knowing look in his pale eyes. “You don’t get enough--sleep, do you?” ( lucien as a guest speaker at the college edythe goes to? :0 )

It's not like she can't smell it on him. He can, of course, smell it on her. The beautiful girl shifts, allows the incessant hum of voices, a dull roar she can mostly ignore and strives to, peel away. Focuses on his mind, as she had during the earlier lecture once she'd realized that he was a monster, too. It had been funny, hearing it in his head the moment their eyes had met across the lecture hall and he'd realized.

There's no real ill intent, behind his skull or his question — his mind is all aimless curiosity, that's all. That's good. If he was asking the question with the intent to harm or expose her, she would have to kill him, and that would be just one additional sin on her spine. THOU SHALT NOT KILL. She's reminded of Carine, her mind echoing those words, a desperate mantra in a hundred languages, in the days after learning of Earnest's suffering.

Either way — the pair are alone in the library at current, and Edythe allows her gold eyes to go half - lidded, allows her body to still like a statue, to stop pretending at humanity. It's almost a kind of relief, not to have to hide. "I'm afraid I haven't slept in — close to 90 years, now. But — you knew that, Mr. De Lange."

His mouth parts, and she answers his thoughts before they can become words. "Even if either of us inconspicuous, I can read your mind." It's just polite to warn others.