Loveless: Day 14

Word Count: 84,007

Summary of Events:

Thérèse tried to think of what Le Démon could possibly be trying to communicate to her. Henri, although disappointed by the slowness of progress, hoped to be able to rescue Thérèse within the week, and greatly anticipated doing so. Le Démon, frustrated by his inability to communicate with Thérèse despaired greatly. Late at night, Thérèse got thinking about it again, and wondered if Le Démon might be able to write, using his claw as the pen, and thereby communicate with her . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

"It would be a good idea, if it worked. There was also that too. Would it work? Would she be able to find ink? Would his claw hold it, and would it lay down on the paper nicely?

And also, would he be able to write without cutting the paper to shreds? She hoped that it all would work and that he wouldn't get frustrated by the efforts. He would probably be prone to getting quickly frustrated now that he already seemed to be in a consistent state of frustration.

Quietly Thérèse rose from her seat and went over to the desk. If there was going to be ink anywhere, there would be ink in or around the desk.

There was nothing on the surface — and she wasn't surprised, as she was sure she would've noticed it sooner — so she started looking in the drawers.

She found paper, pens and all of the things necessary for their usage and upkeep, an array of other things that she didn't really know the significance of, a significant quantity of deep blue sealing wax — the royal colour for sealing wax — and a signet ring that was adorned with a detailed raised version of the royal coat of arms for the kingdom of Rocaille-Alpages.

Unfortunately, despite her most thorough searching, she found none. There was everything for writing a letter and sending it except the ink to write it with — not to mention the address of the recipient.

She might have to ask Le Démon if he could find some ink for her tomorrow. Unfortunately, being as the rest of the castle was quite cold they would have to thaw the ink out, but at least they would have it. 

Making her way back to the chaise lounge, she put the blanket over herself and sighed; she hoped there was ink somewhere in this place. She knew that it was usually carried around when a person moved, though, because it wasn't always the easiest thing to acquire.

With that being the case, there was the distinct possibility that there would be no ink whatsoever in the castle. She did know how to make ink, though, and if all of the supplies were present she might be able to do something.

She hoped there would be some ink around, or the supplies to make some, as she had a feeling that would be the thing that worked best, all that remained to be seen, though, was whether he knew how to write, and would be able to.

If that was at all possible they would finally be able to communicate and she would know what he wanted her to do and be able to do it for him and finally relieve him of the frustration which he was suffering so greatly from."