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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[harlequinades.livejournal.com]

Yeah, she's got a thing for poisons. [Oh, she talks so casually about this.] So whatcha doin' with those flowers anyway, Drusilla?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[So does Drusilla. She doesn't particularly like poison - it makes people taste funny - but she understands that humans have to make do with what they have.]

I was trying to make the grow. Now I'm trying to make them live.