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[madamemoiselle]

{Diva is lounging quite comfortably on a couch she's brought to the Plane, wearing very little. Propped against her knees is the The Poetical Works of Lord Byron that Sam has given her. She's also brought a few magazines, one of which seems to have a picture of her on the cover, but it's mostly obscured by a knife that she's been meaning to return.

But in the meantime, she reads aloud, occasionally stammering over a word or two.}

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light...

{But after that bit, she stops, smiling brightly}

Ne, that sounds like the Plane, doesn't it? Well, maybe not so much the last part, but I bet some people here would think that anyways. I can't, though. It's too nice here. Still, how lovely! Did Lord Byron get to come to this place, I wonder?

{She shakes her head though, laughing} Ne, it wouldn't really surprise me. There isn't too much about this place that surprises me anymore. But it'd be nice to actually meet him! I really do love his poems.

{But the thought is soon dismissed, and she reads the rest of the poem quietly.}

Comments

[madamemoiselle]

Mm, nothing, really! I just thought that some of the people here would like to hear some nice poetry. There's nothing to do at night anyways.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[beep beep beep]

How about a lullaby?

[madamemoiselle]

...A lullaby? Why, there's no one to sing to sleep, though!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

You can sing to me anytime, babe.

[madamemoiselle]

Ne, really~? Then what kind of song would Ikki like to hear? ♥

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[He scoots around a bit and tries to lay his head on the edge of Diva's lap, his socked feet (plus one bare toe) dangling over the other side of the couch.]

Something happy.

[madamemoiselle]

{She doesn't mind, closing the book to set it aside}

Happy? Well...let's see...

{She considers it for a moment before she closes her eyes and begins to sing:

}

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki closes his eyes and lets the cellphone rest on his stomach, his hands clasped over it. It's a very nice song, and he loves hearing her voice... It's been a while since he heard her sing, even in terms of his own world's time.]

[madamemoiselle]

{She finishes, smiling}

It's a really pretty song, isn't it? My agent let me listen to it a while ago, and I really liked it.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

It really is. [He smiles, though his eyes remain closed.] What's your career like nowadays? Still acting?

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, well, after a little experiment of the Twins, I got fired from Madama Butterfly for being missing for two months. I've actually been doing a bit of modeling instead, just as something fun to do during the day.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

That sucks. 'Least ya found somethin' else you like to do.

[madamemoiselle]

{She nods, pulling one of the magazines for Ikki to look at. After she flips to the right article, it shows several photos like this of Diva with various makeup and clothes}

I like it, I guess. I'd rather sing, but this is alright.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki glances at the article.]

Some people are pretty no matter what they look like. Don't see why all this extra junk is supposed to look fashionable or something...

[madamemoiselle]

It just looks nice, I think!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

It looks... itchy.

[madamemoiselle]

Well, yes, but it's not like you really would wear something like this around. It's just for this photograph.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

That makes even less sense. I give up.

[madamemoiselle]

{She laughs, brushing her fingers through his hair idly, smoothing it}

Ne, that's just fashion, I think!

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Losing battle there, Diva. Losing battle.]

... It's French.

[madamemoiselle]

I'm French, Ikki.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Which means it doesn't have to make sense!

[madamemoiselle]

...That doesn't make sense.

[crowheaded.livejournal.com]

[Ikki just laughs.] Nevermind~

[madamemoiselle]

{Half-whining} Ne~ Ikki, what do you mean?