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]

...The stars sing?

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

You can hear the music too?~

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...Miss Edith?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I can always hear it. But it's never been this loud before. It's never so been so close. I could reach out and touch them...

[And, to test this, Drusilla reaches out with one hand, aiming at the stars and grasping at nothing.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

In beautiful little voices.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[She turns at the sound of the voice, and indicates the doll in her arms.]

She likes the stars.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

I can't hear them.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Just what the Plane needed. Another crazy.] I'm sure she does.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla speaks in a sing-song voice.]

You're not listening.

[madamemoiselle]

Isn't it pretty here?

{Smiling brightly because this person doesn't sound human at all}

Ne, it's a wonderful place. But you can hear music?

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

But there isn't any music.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

[Looks up at the stars] They always say we should reach for the stars, but if we could truly touch them, what would there be left to motivate us to reach even further?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[No, no. It isn't that Drusilla is crazy. Everyone else is just close-minded. Or something.]

You don't?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

The whole sky is humming.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

So pretty.

[Drusilla tilts her head to study the speaker.]

No-one ever listens. They get so lonely.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

There are always more stars to reach for.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[If 'or something' means crazy, then yes. :|]

I never said I didn't. I've just never come across a doll that liked them before.

[ofalzarius.livejournal.com]

No it isn't.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Maybe not, but Drusilla is now. She also closes her eyes, waltzing across the plane to the tune of a song nobody else could possibly hear.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

We've never been so close to them before.

[madamemoiselle]

Really? What are they singing, then?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

{Though slightly gritted teeth] Yes I am and I can't hear them.

[bacchusprince.livejournal.com]

I hope so, the night sky is beautiful.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Such sad songs. The saddest songs I've ever heard.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I don't recognise this sky. It isn't the sky I usually see.

Where are we?