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realityshifted2008-12-05 04:15 pm
a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com) wrote in realityshifted2008-12-05 04:15 pm
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001 [A New Playground for Princess]
[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…
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…
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