Diva (
madamemoiselle) wrote in
realityshifted2009-03-11 09:40 pm
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{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.}
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.}

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I dunno, I'm not good at those things. [He blinks.] Uh, did you just come here...sort of naked, luv.
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Is that a problem, officer?
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No, uh, yes, I mean, I don't got any problem with it. Haven't seen a nicer sight.
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Of course~
{She runs her hands over the sides of her waist and hips lightly}
I think it's perfect. Don't you?
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Uh, yeah, I mean, bloody hell, definitely. Especially in that. You can see it all better. Good view.
[Ramble ramble what are words.]
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{She sits up instead, making from for Chris}
I'd like that.
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{Shrugs} And I don't like nightmares, so I just stopped sleeping a few months ago.
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Really? I've never had cereal, so I wouldn't know.
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