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]

[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.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh, everyone needs rescuing. Everything. Didn't you know?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Sometimes they get along just fine.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla laughs, then leans forward to unconcernedly tuck a flower behind his ear.]

Oh, they don't need rescuing all the time. Just sometimes. And sometimes they try to hide it. You mustn't tell.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[Nine raises a hand slightly, and then decides to just leave it]

Mum's the word.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Who's Mum?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Nobody.