zooka
Vampire Slayer
Not out of sorrow, but rather she wondered if the dirt slowly piling on top of her might have a far less crushing effect than the expectations she would face as a grieving widow. She was grateful for the veil. It hid the way her lips pursed beneath it. They were small, but not unattractive. Almost heart-like with a natural color befitting such a shape. They could be quite mischievous, quite enticing, but at the moment, they were neither.
She was serious, but not in an outwardly disrespectful way. That would not be a good idea. But Liliah certainly wasn't sad. Not like she was supposed to be. Then again, the woman had a history of not acting according to plan.
Growing up, Liliah's thirst for knowledge grew past what her parents had expected. Of course, they wished for her to be an intelligent lady of her time. Witty, contributing to a conversation, but never steering it. That was what was proper. But Liliah's keen mind drove her to read more and more, often being drawn to the more fantastical subjects.
This interest grew into an obsession when her older sister passed away. Liliah had been a little too young and confused by the events to really understand the disease that had taken her, but Rosalie became very, very weak when Liliah was nine or ten. She didn't quite remember how or why it had happened, how quickly it had come on, how long it took. It was all a bit of a blur. It was especially confusing due to how Liliah saw her sister often after she'd passed. Sometimes while Liliah was sleeping, sometimes while she was awake. And while her parents had simply convinced her that it was her imagination, how she was grieving, Liliah became interested in death and the afterlife.
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber.
The folklore, the customs, everything surrounding death was wildly fascinating to the young girl and continued to be until she was late into her teens. As it was, her parents were reasonably busy, letting her have her way with these interests, even indulging when she decided to study at a university to further her education to the highest possible degree available to her. At least until her skills as a young, eligible, beautiful woman were required.
It wasn't that she hated her late husband. But she had hated being married. She hated the restrictions it placed on her own life. And those restrictions were not lessened by her new status as a widow. No, there was a rather strict grieving period, complete with a suggested fashion and acceptable social activities.
A sigh rose and fell in her chest, lips pressed a bit tighter. She wasn't listening to anyone, not really. She was just staring into the hole, thinking about how dreadfully boring her home was going to be. They'd adhered to all of the usual precautions for making sure his soul would not stay behind; they'd wheeled him out feet first and covered all of the mirrors. Liliah rather wished she would have "accidentally" uncovered one. If Edison's ghost became trapped in one, perhaps she'd at least be somewhat entertained. Like she'd said, she didn't hate the man. But even he had to admit this was all his fault.
She'd 'caught his eye' (how original) and their fathers were each lucrative owners of a shipping and a mining company. It only made sense to bring the families closer together. Their parents wouldn't exactly take no for an answer, and he was far less violently opposed to the union than she was. Once they were in it, he enjoyed his... freedom, as Liliah very little interest in him. She'd simply continued reading, researching, and mourning her lost chance at a career.
And now, even in death, he was still holding her back. And as cruel and bitter as she knew her thoughts to be, she could not stop thinking them.
Until I realized it was you who held me under.
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