A Heart so Cold

archebold Fear is the price of imagination "You're here. I'd say that must count for something." He remarked with a playful smirk. Archebold did learn to appreciate the finer things life had to offer. Living as long as he had, it just sort of came naturally. Be it art, music, or women his eyes learned to not just see, but study, absorb, appreciate every intricate detail. "You only find it easy to navigate in the light because you've only relied on yourself to get where you were going. However, what if..." Archebold stepped away from Isla toward a chain that dropped along the wall. He playfully grinned to her before pulling the chain. The mechanism triggering a sequence which extinguished the lanterns in unison leaving the manor in pitch darkness. Darkness...pure and still engulfed Isla. Only the faint tapping which grew closer could be heard until she would feel his hand slip into hers. "...You actually needed someone to guide you. You were forced to face the darkness, and leave yourself at its mercy." Had she let him, his fingers would web into hers. "There's no need to worry. I can see as clear as day...I'll guide you. Shut your eyes, submit yourself, and simply follow. It'll fun...I promise..."