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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[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.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

But these aren't people. These are flowers.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Flowers usually don't last as long as people.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Dru smiles, showing her teeth.]

That depends on the people.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Smirk] I suppose so.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Have you thought about it anymore? Killing your demon?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[She tenses slightly] ...A little.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla smiles, rather proud.] We could make it quick. Or slow. Whatever you want.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Juni, on the other hand, looks rather bleak] I've seen what he does to those who attempt to be traitors.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Only when he catches them. You don't need him. We can make our own world. Worlds.

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

What happened to Vein...

[Stares off into space for a few moments and then smirks slightly] There's a lot of worlds around where I come from.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Vein?

[She holds up her arm, looking at the thin blue veins just visible beneath the skin of her wrist, then looks at Juni in confusion.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[Slight smile] He always had a rather macabre taste in naming his servants.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I've never had a servant. Did they polish his shoes and brush his hair?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

I doubt it, he doesn't have hair, or legs.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh. [Drusilla looks a little confused by that.] What does he have?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

A head, eight arms...

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Like a spider?