“Oh, so similar, so similar…”
Her movements become prance-like, more whimsical.
“Perhaps you’re correct. But a woman of your status should understand—I mean you no harm. If you mean me no harm.”
@lorrainewrrn / iron, running water/rivers, the fact she’s bound to never lie (though she can avoid saying the whole truth), or having her “true” name revealed
“You see spirits? Hear them? Feel them? Smell, taste? All senses? Or just a few?”
She knows the answer, but will continue to prod for her entertainment.
“Has God told you not to meddle in those things? I thought witchcraft was forbidden.”
@lorrainewrrn / Lorna isn’t even affected by catholic stuff like rosaries and prayers because she’s not a demon. She’s a faery and she lives to fuck with people
“Of course. You’re in the papers quite often. I knew your face was familiar, but I could not be fully sure.”
As odd as she is, she’s not outwardly aggressive in any way.
“Near. Relatively.”
“Lorraine. The Warren woman. Of course, I should’ve guessed.”
Her first name was all that was needed. Lorna’s smile growing larger for only a moment.
“I do not find myself lost anywhere. I am where I need to be, wherever I am.”
lorraine studied the other woman —— even though she knew lorna wasn't exactly human.
“ it's a beautiful name, lorna. i'm lorraine. ”
she stood up.
“ are you lost? ”
Lorna briefly reached for the rosary but ultimately allowed the woman to pick it up herself. Perhaps it was rude of her to, but she didn’t expect interaction yet.
“Lorna,” she responded, “may I have your name as well?”
she felt a shiver running down her spine, something she was quite used to. her eyes dropped to her rosary fallen on the ground.
“ oh, thank you. ”
she lowered herself and it picked up.
“ what is your name? ”
Eyes moving up and down her. A faint smile is mirrored.
“Hello,” her voice is monotone. Something off-putting about her.
“A woman of god? Your rosary fell.”