realityshifted

{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.}

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

{Tilts her head}

Then why is that bad?

Being a sex object isn't a good thing, Diva.

A sex object...

{She thinks about that, trying to get the meaning, then nods a bit} Well, it's not because I'm looking for sex or anything. It's just comfortable.

Ray and Chris wouldn't think of it that way.

{...:| Why do you have to bring up Ray, Sam?}

I know that Ray wouldn't.

And Carling is a bad influence on Chris.

Chris isn't bad. I think you're more of an influence.

{She looks down at Sam's hand}

Chris wouldn't have said yes, I don't think. Or he would have just done the good thing.

[Sam just had a very bad feeling]

Said 'yes' to what?

After Chris got so hurt, I talked to the twins that hurt him and...could have killed Sam. I didn't want that to happen again, so I just wanted to talk to them to see why or...something. Ray took a knife from them, and they said that if I got it back, they wouldn't do anything like that again.

Ray wouldn't give it back without something in return, so...I slept with him. Just once.

{She looks over to the knife} But he was honest, at least.

[Sam is very silent - he's upset again, and he is turning his feelings into anger (the most acceptable of emotions, obviously), and then forcibly trying to push that anger down. Watch the inner turmoil churn!]

I'm not in the habit of letting other people prostitute themselves out for my safety. I don't like my friends to become whores for me.

{She doesn't pause this time, but she sounds cold, even though she speaks softly}

Even if it'll prevent that from happening again? It's not just for you, Sam. For the first time, I felt...empathy for a person I didn't really know. I was scared for Chris. I wanted to do something myself because I cared. I know that I could kill the two of them easily, but I didn't. It's not like I just asked him to sleep with me in exchange for that knife. He chose that, not me.

{She laughs, shaking her head} Why does it matter anyways? One night so that maybe, I could prevent someone from getting hurt or even killed. Or maybe just so that I wouldn't have to save you or anyone else and die for you.

{And Diva just kind of sighs, leaning away from him} Do you think I haven't been called a whore before? It's no good either, but I guess it's true.

I don't make deals with people like that, Diva. I don't do that. I don't try to appease hem, or satisfy them, or give them ground to keep some of my own. Because it doesn't work like that. You give them a bit of room and they take more. They learn how they can pressure you. They learn how to get what they want. And they take and they take and they take, and you give and you give and you give, and you think, "I'm doing the right thing, it's for the greater good," and then one day you wake up and they own you. They own every inch of you, and you're not working for good, you're working for them. Once they know how to make you give, they never, ever stop pushing on it, and then you lose. Completely. You let them push you once, just once, and they will take everything.

[instead of angry, he sounds almost fragile. It's been a rationality he's been struggling with, a battle between sacrifices and what right is most right. His voice is almost trembling, like broken fingers holding onto a ledge, because this is something he needs to believe in or he won't have anything at all]

You can't give in to people like that to save someone, or you won't have anything to fight for.

{She hears that fragility (all this emotion in one conversation, my god!) and it's back to her worry and concern for Sam. Diva slips her fingers around Sam's hand again, holding it tightly as she looks up to him. She doesn't say anything for a moment, then wavers on what she means to say several times, her eyes turning to the ground then back again to his own before she settles on looking at him.}

You really believe that, don't you, Sam?

Of course I do.

Then...I guess I'm just a weak person.

[he stares at her a moment. For your next Sam Tyler moodswing, you get the very familiar 'tired']

Everybody's week sometime.

{And she was doing so well, too}

Is Sam ever weak?

More often than I'd like.

{She kind of smiles}

Really? Ne, but I've never really seen Sam be weak.

I was on the take because of Warren. Got off it and took him down, but I gave in first. I've given in to the Master more than once. For Gene's life, for CID, for the people on the Plane. And shouldn't have done.

But...Isn't that called stubbornness? I thought that was bad.

It's called standing up for what you believe in. It's called not letting bad people win. It's called being a bloody police officer, even if Carling wouldn't agree.

{She draws her knees up to her chest, but still looks at Sam}

Ne...Then does that mean that Ray, he's a bad person?

I keep trying to tell myself he isn't, but the evidence keeps pointing the other way.

[...well it's true enough]

Mm...

{While on the subject of whores...}

Ne, but Sam...Do you not like it? I mean, that I like to have sex?

(no subject)

didorothy - 2009-03-16 23:39 (UTC) - Expand

madamemoiselle - 2009-03-16 23:43 (UTC) - Expand

didorothy - 2009-03-16 23:44 (UTC) - Expand

madamemoiselle - 2009-03-16 23:50 (UTC) - Expand

didorothy - 2009-03-16 23:52 (UTC) - Expand

madamemoiselle - 2009-03-17 00:05 (UTC) - Expand

didorothy - 2009-03-17 00:20 (UTC) - Expand