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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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[She twines it around her fingers.] You say such beautiful things.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

I hear them, too. Sometimes it's nice to share.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

You hear them? Like songs?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Music. Sometimes they're songs. They don't have words, though. They never have words.