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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Graduation day, jumping off this bridge into a weir. Bottle of wine in one hand.
[stops and laughs getting a little redder]
Wine in one hand, and [beat] bra in the other.
[ducks her head and laughs]
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That sounds really fun, though! Lucky you!
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{Thoughtfully} Ne, I think mine would be...
{A pause, them warmly} I think when Saya came to speak to me the first time, that was...so wonderful. Even though I was in the tower, then, there was nothing like that feeling that there was someone like me on the other side of that door.
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It sounds lovely.
Who is Saya?
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Did you ever get a chance to meet her outside the tower? If I'm overstepping my bounds, you don't need to answer.
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{because lol that is so normal}
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Kill? As in kill and you're dead, or kill as in you think they're just a pain in the arse?
[this is an important distinction]
My sister and me have wanted to kill each other loads of times, but not actually kill kill.
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[a little speechless]
That's all right for you?
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[a little concerned]
You're doing okay when you're not here, aren't you?
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