005 [Four and Twenty Blackbirds]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye...

[Drusilla is lying on her back, and, although she is gazing up at the 'ceiling', she doesn't seem to be looking at it.]

I don't have any rye in my pockets. I gave it to little Anne, so she could sow it in the garden. Stitching the soil until we had a full crop. I can't eat it. It sticks in my throat, stealing all my words.

They're all I have left now. Words and words. They chase me around, and I try to catch them. I can't remember which ones belong to me.

You can't bake blackbirds into pies. It's wicked. You'd have to clip their wings first, and isn't fair to stop people from flying.

[She spreads out her arms.]

I used to fly. I've lost all my pinfeathers, and my tummy is rumbling. There's nothing left to fill it.

OOC: Drusilla is hungry. Unfortunately, her experiment is still underway, so she is finding it rather hard to feed.

Comments

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Only nice ones. I don't want any shadow creatures tonight.

[usagipino]

How can I give you dreams?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Mama used to sing lullabies. I can't remember them now.

[usagipino]

Oh! Oh! Pino can help! [She picks up the melodica hanging around her neck and starts playing a slow and rather nostalgic tune.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla is surprised by that, but leans back and closes her eyes when the tune begins.]

I can feel it washing over me, like the ocean.

[usagipino]

[Pino keeps playing, swaying back and forth in time to the music.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[After a moment, Drusilla starts to hum along. She can't help herself.]

[usagipino]

[Pino keeps playing, increasing the speed and pitch.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[She can't keep up with the humming, so she laughs instead. It's a slightly unhinged laugh, but at least she's happy.]

[usagipino]

[Pino is just glad to be making her feel better! So she keeps playing.]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

It's beautiful. All that memory in the music. I don't need a soul. I can fill myself with notes.

[usagipino]

Hee. Drusilla feels better?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes. I could swim all the way to the stars, now.

[usagipino]

Yay!