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[madamemoiselle]

{A bit away from the main traffic of the plane, Diva appears sitting in a chair. She's dressed for a rehearsal, sitting primly in costume. Diva doesn't move at all, just stares ahead blankly. It's times like this that being called a 'doll' doesn't seem too far off. In the dated clothing and her perfectly beautiful features, she looks like she's made of porcelain rather than flesh and blood.}

Comments

[theguv.livejournal.com]

What do you mean, you aren't useful?

[madamemoiselle]

...Because...Because I want to be a person for Sam. I won't kill or sing my song.

{Distantly} I can't have children either, I guess.

Amshel doesn't need me anymore. I'm just...his doll.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

Not killing's a good thing, luv, and don't let anyone tell you different.

You don't need that bastard, either, Diva.

[madamemoiselle]

But I need him.

[theguv.livejournal.com]

What the bloody hell for?

[madamemoiselle]

I can't live without him.