Sebastian wasn't sure what to make of Ava, who was quite aloof..who seemed to think he was after something at the family's old home, where his mother had grew up.
"No, really, I just want to know her. I never had a chance." Sebastian told her as she wonder around the livingroom covered in pictures of a family he did not know.
"But wasn't it you who killed her, after all." Ava poured him a whiskey.
Sebastian wasn't sure what to make of that. He didn't know what to say.
"Of course, you didn't." She told him then, telling him to drink.
"She was never happy." She sighed. "Not really. How could she? She was married to a Dean." Her smile was genuine,Sebastian supposed. He found it intoxicating. Or perhaps it was the drink. The combination was putting him under in a dream world. Maybe.
"Now tell me, what you really came for." Her eyes dazzled him.
All he focus on where those luscious lips of her. He notice the scattered freckles on her nose. She was just a girl, now wasn't she? Wasn't she?
But before she knew it, she was kissing him, quite so like a muse of some sort who could see right into him, or was it, she was letting him in to see her vivid self. In dreams of what she could do. It was as if she'd taken all the air from him, and tossed him into another world of some kind.
She had many lovers. Men. Men she would turn them into steads and ride across the cliffs until she could fly with them off the cliffs into the ocean.
Sebastian shuttered at the thought. Was that what she had in mind for him? One moment, kissing them passionately, whispering an unknown language into their ear and next having a go at them, romping as one with nature, through a glen of clover through the night. He could only imagine.
This was not what he came for. It wasn't. Why did it feel to him, that one dark room lead him to yet another in this very strange family of his.