Whose Time Is It Anyway

In their time,
Cocytus went through a lengthy process of self-discovery. His control wasn't perfect, not by a long shot and many a times his levitating globe of blood would lose all cohesion and just splash all over the place. Luckily, the matron of the ward was tending to other patients who were afflicted by a rather greater need of medicine, painkillers and healing spells.
He was isolated, what with him being a special case. So far, he had been examined by various people, all of whom had failed to identify the cause of his condition. In fact, after regaining his bodily fluids, there seemed to be absolutely nothing wrong with him, save for the after-effects of severe blood loss and, of course, his veins.
He knew better than to continue his self-experimentations when there were others around. Concentrating, he willed the blood to separate from his clothes and beddings and flow back into his veins. Slowly, but surely, the blood stains shrank and disappeared, leaving no trace of the mess he had made.
He had been classified as a "medical anomaly", but for all the inspections, he was more of a "medical curiosity" or a "medical zoo exhibit". His veins, dangling limply, had its blood flow stopped, for no obvious reason, just before it could flow out and his hands, stripped of its blood vessels as it were, still bled if you cut it and pulsed with the life-giving fluid. It was as if he had simply grown new veins which protruded out of his skin.
He had ignored the mental questions of the rest of the group and had only told them that he was okay. Sitting in bed, he singularly failed to concentrate on the school work that was being sent to him after each period. He wondered what his limitations to this control was. Could he control blood that wasn't his?

In her time,
The mistress was right. Morinth had already prepared the room. Sometimes, Raewyn suspected that he had been a rogue in life, dexterity not what the undead were famous for. The one thing that she was sure of was that he had been dead and ... reanimated for a long time, given the mobility of the deathly manservant. Probably deadly too. But, this was simply too quick. Raewyn had just seen him walk past her down the corridor and the room was already cleaned and tidied. Not even live people could manage such speed, the room being as dilapidated as it was the last time she had seen it. Three days ago, to be exact. Regardless of how it had been accomplished, it was comfortable accomodations and she promptly fell asleep on the soft bed, still wearing her skin-tight black suit.
The next day proved to be as exhausting as her mentor had promised, made even more so as Karasondrias had forced two lessons into one as punishment for her transgression. On the upside, since she had moved in with Kara, she no longer needed to pay for her rent and all her daily necessities were all provided for. She had requested that her lessons be extended to encompass the whole day, but Kara was insistent that she keep her job, the job of accountings which Raewyn thoroughly detested but was instrumental in occupying her time and assuaging her guilt by adding just a few more drops into her vast family fortune.
She did not want to seem like a wastrel, not to herself, not to outsiders, not to her beloved, deceased mother and most definitely not to her dead-by-her-hands father. Sometimes, Raewyn wondered if perhaps killing him was actually the right thing to do. After his death, the distraught girl had cried for days and her heartbroken mother had followed after the father six years later, somehow developing a cancer which just kept returning regardless of how many times the doctors operated. In the end, she had gone serenely, made peace with death and Raewyn had came into her own. At the tender age of 14, she easily acquired the first place among the youngest of the rich nobles. Her family fortune was practically inexhaustible and with the imnumerable amount of debts and favors owed to the Aesiflay line, Raewyn would never need to want for anything ever again. Not that she spent as though money was water, like those other spoilt kids in her school. She lived simply, never spending more than she had to, but also not going out of her way to be extremely frugal.
She had eschewed her family mansion and had left it to the servants to stay in. She had rented a little apartment, but that was then and now is now. Although, Kara's mansion did remind her quite abit of her own...
Shaking her head to clear such thoughts, Raewyn proceeded to continue the tedious task of number-crunching and paper-pushing.