001 [A New Playground for Princess]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[The newest arrival on the Plane doesn’t look particularly frightened. She gazes around, but there is no fear in her eyes. There’s no curiosity there either, actually. Apparently this sort of thing is, if not exactly normal , then at least not the most terrifying thing she’s ever seen.

Her face has a strangely blank expression, and she seems to glide rather than walk as she moves sedately forward with a doll tucked into the crook of her arm. She tilts her head to look up at the sky with wide eyes.]

Look at the stars, Miss Edith. So many stars. And they’re all singing. Such beautiful music.

[She turns slowly, her long skirt fanning out around her.]

Am I dreaming? The pixies didn’t whisper this. They tell me so much when I close my eyes. Fluttering and chattering. Their tiny little voices. They didn’t tell me this.

Spike? My Spike?

I’m cold…

[She looks sadly down at the doll when he doesn’t respond, and then wraps her arms around herself. Though her discomfort doesn’t actually last for too long. Drusilla is soon gazing at the sky again.]

Such beautiful music…

Comments

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Fought a war... Unwillingly [Her teeth are now seriously gritted]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh, but war is wonderful. All the blood and fear. It's so intoxicating.

[Drusilla sighs happily, her eyes shining.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[A slight lift of one side of her mouth] It can be nice enough, it's just the getting kidnapped into it that I mind... Among other things.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You don't look like a soldier.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

I'm special.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh?

[And modest, too. Dru is rather amused. She'd very much like to snap this pretty girl's neck.]

Why?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[That's happened to Juni a lot surprisingly, luckily she did listen to some things that Beranabus taught her]

I can see things, futures.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[And, all of sudden, Drusilla isn't just looking at Juni. She's really looking at her.]

What?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[A slight frown] Visions, of things that will happen.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla is staring at Juni. It might not look as if she's staring, since Drusilla rarely looks ruffled, but her eyes are burning into the other woman.]

You have the Sight.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Blinks but nods anyway] It's been called that.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I've never met anyone else with the Sight.

[Her voice is soft and breathy, and her eyes are shining. Killing Juni is now the furthest thing from her mind, and she closes the gap between them to touch the other woman on the forehead.]

I can feel it.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni would normally protest to the forehead touching but right now she's gone into what is best described as a mild state of shock] ...You can see too?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[What else is there to say? She's found someone else who shares her gift, and Angelus spent many centuries stressing how rare it was. A human with her gift, too. Mostly human.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

But, it's so rare... [Deep breath] Rarer than magicians.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I met a magician once. He pulled coloured handkerchiefs out of his sleeves. I looked inside him, but I couldn't find where they came from.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Frown] Rarer then proper magicians I mean.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Magicians aren't real. They pull rabbits out of hats, and try to make you see things that aren't there, but they aren't real. Not like sorcerers. Not like witches.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

He called himself a magician... And he wass powerful, although there are many others more powerful than him, loathe as he was to admit it.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You are powerful. You don't need a magician.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

...I'm not as powerful as some things.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

But you're more powerful than most. [Drusilla ran a nail gently down Juni's cheek.] You're human. But not quite.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Another blink] I... Deep back in my family history my ancestors bred with demons.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You don't look like a demon. Is it hidden? Underneath? Can you change?

[She pauses for a moment.]

I can.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

It's very, very far back in my family, only a few gifts [A slight tighten of her lips] ...Or curses remain.

[Frown] You're a demon?