002 [Daisies for Innocence]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla has returned to the Plane once more, and she still appears to be largely un-phased by any of the things she sees. Although she isn't accompanied by Miss Edith this time, she does have an basket filled with daisies.]

They never grow for me. Even when I ask them to.

[She sits down on the non-existent ground, her white dress pooling gracefully around her. Humming softly to herself, Drusilla begins to plait the daisies into chains.]

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[swanseer.livejournal.com]

It's probably because you've picked them.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[The vampire looks at Juni rather blankly. Drusilla adores flowers, she truly does, but she can never remember to care for them properly. She treats her pets in the same way, and can't understand why they die.]

They're withering. The petals are falling off.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni smiles slightly] I'm afraid that they need to be in the ground.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

In the soil? It doesn't matter. They still wither and die. Everything I plant withers and dies.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Well, some things aren't meant to keep on living.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[Have a young man in a dark suit and sunglasses]

It often helps if you leave them planted, you know.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

They can still feel the earth. It shouldn't matter if they aren't connected.

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

[cocks an eyebrow]

I think the parts that require water might beg to differ.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Require water? [She picks up a daisy that has already lost it's stem.] Where?

[exserpens.livejournal.com]

Er. All of it, generally.

Have you tried keeping them planted and using a mister? You can get a good mister relatively cheap these days.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Henrietta sits down next to her and strokes one of the daisies.] Signore Crowley threatens them. I just talk to Henry.

[She seems a bit depressed, does the child.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I couldn't do that. It would make them upset.

[She tilts her head to one side, regarding Henrietta.]

Are you sad? I haven't said anything yet.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Oh no! You didn't do anything wrong. I... made a mistake. Signore Crowley is upset.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Would you like a daisy?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Yes, please. They're very pretty.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Contrary to popular belief, there's more to gardening than talking.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Everyone keeps telling me that. I don't understand. They want to grow. They want to live. Why is it so difficult?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Well, those in particular [points] would've benefited from keeping their roots.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[She tips up the basket and spills out the flowers.]

I can't rescue them, then.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

No.

But who says they need rescuing? There's nothing wrong with the way they look now. And when they fade, there'll be nothing wrong with that either. It's life.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

[Here is Harley, also largely un-phased (well now she isn't) and watches Drusilla work.]

If ya want them to grow, I know someone who's good with plants.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

You do? They can fix them?

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

Yeah, sure she can. Red can make a plant do anythin' ya want it to do.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Does she talk to them? These are far too quiet.

[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

You bet she does! She'd probably know what you mean better than me. Ya can't miss her, either. She goes by Poison Ivy and looks like her name, ya know? [Then she waves.] I'm Harley. Pleased as pie to meetcha.