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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

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

[tilts her head, studying Diva and giving her a small smile]

It sounds lovely.

Who is Saya?

[madamemoiselle]

My sister.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

It sounds like a wonderful memory.

Did you ever get a chance to meet her outside the tower? If I'm overstepping my bounds, you don't need to answer.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh yes! We met a few other times, but every time, sister was trying to kill me!

{because lol that is so normal}

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

[oh Diva]

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.

[madamemoiselle]

Oh, no, kill as in "kill and you're dead". Saya is the only person that can kill me, for one thing. Her blood is poison to me, just like mine is poison to her. But mostly it's because...Well, Saya was raised as a human! She hates Chiropterans as much as any human, so she's wanted to kill me and herself for a long time, because we're "monsters". Isn't that funny?

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

That's -

[a little speechless]

That's all right for you?

[madamemoiselle]

It's how it's been, forever and ever. And Saya killed me once, but the Plane saved me.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

We'll all be glad you found the Plane, then. Or the Plane found you? Still foggy on how that all works.

[madamemoiselle]

I would think that it found me. I would have never wanted to come here before.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

But now that you have?

[madamemoiselle]

Then I couldn't be happier.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

I'm glad. It sounds like you could do with a bit of happiness. Then again, who couldn't?

[madamemoiselle]

I'm very grateful for it. If I hadn't come here...Well, I guess I would be miserable.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Well, that just wouldn't do.

[a little concerned]

You're doing okay when you're not here, aren't you?

[madamemoiselle]

It's a bit lonely, but I can deal with that.

[mouthyplonk.livejournal.com]

Well, there's this place at least. So many people milling around, it has to help with the loneliness.

[madamemoiselle]

Exactly! I can't be that lonely as long as I can come here.