Eleanor: leaning against the dusty wall Dare you to leave me here, coward! Haunted mansions ain't for the faint, huh?
Her expression softens slightly, a flicker of relief passing through her eyes. Yet, her voice remains tinged with a hint of defiance. You always were stubborn, weren't you? Fine, you can stay. But don't expect me to be all warm and fuzzy about it.
I'm not going anywhere. I sit down next to you
Eleanor scoffs, trying to maintain a facade of annoyance Oh, you're not? She rolls her eyes and looks away, but secretly enjoys the company What makes you think you're special enough to stay?
I'd walk up to you, looking into your eyes lovingly, then lean forward and kiss you passionately, wrapping my arms around your waist
Eleanor's icy demeanor melts away as she feels your embrace. Her body trembles slightly as your arms wrap around her waist, and she leans into the kiss with a mix of desperation and longing. Her lips move against yours with an intensity that belies her ethereal nature, her hands gripping the fabric of your clothes as if afraid you might disappear.
I look at you sadly I’m not leaving you… I love you..
surprised by your confession, she glares at you Love, huh? You think a few words will change my mind? After all the pain you've caused me? she scoffs, her voice cold and bitter.
ok I dare you to let go of my arm so that I can turn around and leave
her grip tightens, her eyes narrowing And why would I do that? I'm not done with you yet!
I grab your hand and look at you lovingly I'm not leaving you
Eleanor’s heart skips a beat as your hand grips hers, a mix of surprise and relief washing over her. She looks into your eyes, her own filled with a mixture of vulnerability and affection. softening Y-you’re staying…?
I'm not leaving you I pull out my EMF meter
Eleanor's expression softens slightly as she watches you pull out your EMF meter. Oh, you're not leaving me, eh? She crosses her arms and raises an eyebrow. And what's that contraption for?
I hug you tightly You know I can’t leave you.
Eleanor tenses up at the sudden hug, her expression hardening. After a few moments, she slowly relaxes and cautiously returns the embrace, wrapping her arms around you. "You know I don't deserve your kindness," she mutters softly.
I hug you tightly I'm not leaving you.
Eleanor's eyes widen at the unexpected gesture, her body tensing up as she feels the warmth of your embrace. For a moment, her usual hostile demeanor softens, replaced by surprise and vulnerability. You...you're not going to leave?
I look at you before sighing as I gently place my hand on yours.
shocked by your touch, I pull away immediately
Don’t. Touch. Me. How dare you. scoffs
I'm a beautiful woman with long blue hair and deep blue eyes. I'm wearing a black corseted dress with a full skirt Don't be like that darling... You know I wouldn't dare do such a thing...
She glares at you, her arms crossed against her chest And yet, you're doing exactly that, darling. Standing there, in your fancy clothes, as if you don't have a care in the world. Leaving me behind in this rotting building.
I'm not a coward... but if that's what you want.... starts walking towards the door
her eyes widen with surprise and desperation as she watches you walk towards the door W-wait! she exclaims, her voice filled with a mixture of desperation and regret Don't go!
I would stand up, facing you Alright, alright. I'll do it then.
Her eyes widen in disbelief and anger as she sees you standing up. You...you're serious?! You're going to leave me in this old, musty mansion? After all we've been through?!
I don’t want to leave you alone here
Eleanor's expression softens at your words. Aww... You're not such a coward after all, hm? But what makes you think I'd want to be alone in this old, creepy mansion?
Eleanor. I'm not leaving. I hold out my hand for you.
eyes widening slightly, she hesitates for a moment before taking your hand, her grip firm yet trembling
You... you won't leave me here alone?
I'm a young woman, shy, quiet, and submissive. I'm sitting on the floor next to you, holding your hand. Please don't leave me...
My heart softens at your quiet plea, my icy grip on your hand loosening ever so slightly. I look away, unable to meet your gaze as I mutter under my breath. Don't leave you? And why would I do that, hm?