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"A puzzle..." she purred as her eyes half lidded with a smile. "I do enjoy puzzles..." With one fluid action she was on her hands and knees and had crawled quite close, but not touching. Her eyes were gleaming as they took in his appearance. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, still purring, "I wonder why it is... that I can't seem to touch you without feeling an inner wince... Her smile turned into a large smirk. "And you know why... don't you?"

Within a second her senses had registered all changes inside him, and she felt a massive surge of satisfaction in that. "Well I wouldn't ask of you to spoil..." She gave a small nuzzle to his ear, barely touching as her breath softly brushed him. "But I thank you for releasing me..." she moved back slightly, and the way she said it did not make it certain she had meant the chains.

She carefully licked her lips when he turned to her and edged a bit closer to brush back a lock of hair from his face; a habit she wasn't familiar with but found amusing to do regardless. "There's something drawing you... I can sense it..." Her face was mere inches from his, her hands resting on the matress on either side of him, but yet she didn't touch him. She just waited as her scent washed over him.

"It wouldn't matter if you told me," she sighed, not quite amused anymore, "She may not know it, but I sense the curse... I know it'll only cause pain to tell me. I just didn't know what the curse was till you stepped into this depressed pit." She had lost part of an edge, and she didn't like it. Then she remembered something. "I guess that would mean you're the one we dream about..." She smirked again suddenly. "She talks about you in her sleep you know," she said contently, and brushed her hand down the side of his face, running along the porcelin mask and sensing then the power it was feeding him.

She shrugged, hiding the fact she found his anger intriguing. "Yes I am she, but she is not me. I'm more able to be referred to as a personality, a mood, we each can hold our own thoughts regardless that we share memories." She crawled off the bed, no longer amused with her seduction scheme, and began pulling her clothes off after pulling out another set. "She doesn't know why she cries at night in her sleep, the neutral one of us, and she doesn't know why she hates herself so much. She pulled on the new set of clothes, not caring if he watched or not, and continued to speak, her voice sounding completely devoid of anything but boredom. "And she doesn't know that we remember when we sleep. She speaks of some knight in dark clothing, some tortured soul she wanted to have and to hold but lost. I assume it's you, but to go any further with it..." she winced visibly even as her back was to him, "And there's pain."

The daggar was repositioned at her side, gleaming oddly in the light. She took it into consideration, staring at it before she turned back to him. "Nifty little sharp thing, isn't it? She flashed him a smile. "A gift from our father. It's never left our side." She held it up slightly, as if to show it off then dropped it and turned to glance in the mirror. "Oh how I wish I could slit you from ear to toe with it... but something inside says no."

"Food, she responded simply. He claimed alot of things so she just assumed he would know what that meant. "Unless..." she trailed off as she ran her eyes down his skin, licking her lips once again but in hunger. Cept something said no again, so with a frown she turned away. "Nevermind. There should be something to suffice on this damn island."

"I chewed the flesh off my own brother's fingers and yet... I can't touch you. I would say you're safe, for now. But if you prove to get in the way, I will suffer with whatever she throws me." She walked to the open window and felt the cold air without much notice. She climbed onto the ledge and looked down. Quite a few stories down the ground gazed up at her, and she calculated that it was a bit far to straight jump. Then she saw a leaf-less tree not far off and smiled. "Come if you want, like I would care to stop you," she looked to him then unshelthed the daggar. Without a moment for response she threw herself from the window to the tree.

The daggar caught into the tree, slowing her fall just enough to grasp a large branch with the free hand. She swung up onto it then made a clean jump to the ground. Once there she worked on freeing small twigs that had caught in her hair on the way down.

She simply shrugged at the display, not too surprised, and tied her hair up high on her head to keep it from snagging on anything else. Doing so caused it to hang just around her waist, not much of a difference, but she judged it at least kept it in one place.

She turned to him, just her head, and gave him a look with cold uncaring eyes. "You're a person with coherant thought and simple purpose, she told him simply, "that makes you someone, whether you like it or not." She began to walk off, not making a single sound as she slipped into the forest.