008 [The Coming Dawn]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla's eyes are wide when she steps on to the Plane. They have a slightly glazed look to them, as if she's been gazing for too long at something too far away.

(Which is exactly what she has been doing, of course. It's been hard for her to see lately, terribly hard. The future is all in a tangle. She can't tell where the threads are leading, or which one she's supposed to take, and this is the first little glimpse she's had in a very long while. It's frightening, setting your feet down when you can't see the path properly. It makes her stomach twist up into knots.)]

Dawn is coming. The skies will part and the whole world will be swallowed up in light all over again.

[She touches her temple, her eyelids flickering shut for a second.]

I shall have to find a new set of shadows to hide in.

[The man she usually hides behind, her Spike, is being drawn away from her. The pull of the Slayer is getting stronger. Drusilla can feel it. She'll have to cling tight to her deadly boy. She'll have to dig in her little claws.]

OOC: I'm a big fan of keeping things logical and ordered, so Drusilla - who has already made her way through series four - is going to move on to series five of Buffy. This is set just after the episode 'Buffy versus Dracula'.

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[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[This is Sorin's faintly sceptical face] ...Dawn comes every day.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Drusilla chuckles at that.] Not this one. Not this one.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

...What's different about this one?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[She sniffs, looking around for a second as if she can see the changes taking place already.]

Why should I tell you? A naughty little stranger, asking princess questions when he hasn't even made his bows. We can't have that.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[He stares at her for a second and then sighs and bows] Greetings, I am Sorin. Sorry for any rudeness.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[He bowed. Good boy. She'd been expecting a name without all the politeness.

With a smile that falls just short of a smirk, Drusilla dips down into a curtsy. It is not an example of courtly elegance. Like all her movements, it is graceful, but in an almost unnatural way.]

And I'm Drusilla.

[firstmadeson.livejournal.com]

[Sorin is always polite! Especially to ladies]

...What does this dawn involve?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

What sort of dawn?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Too bright. It'll hurt my eyes.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[moves a little closer] What do you see?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[She tilts her head to the side, and touches her temple again. She can trust the man from the stars. He's a liar and a thief and maybe, underneath it all, just a little bit wicked. But she can trust him. The sky said so.]

Too many things. I can't pick out the right path. My head is all filled up with noises and todays and tomorrows. It's rude of them to stick there.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Can I look? In your mind? I promise, I won't hurt you.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[That she's less sure of, and she frowns a little.]

The only people who have been in my head are the pixies.

[She isn't sure they like to share.]

Can I look into yours?

[When that idea struck her, the frown was replaced by curiosity.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

[I have no willpower :/.

Juni is walking around in a rather distracted way. She stops when she sees Dru and tilts her head] ...Drusilla? Is everything alright?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes. For now.

[She notes Juni's distraction, and moves over to her on feet that barely seem to touch the floor.]

There's something new in your head.

[The equivalent, on Dru's part, of asking how Juni is.]

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

...Will they change?

[She smiles slightly and shrugs- tired but a little more cheerful than before!]

Rebellion, it's been a busy few weeks... Same for you?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Maybe. It isn't clear yet.

No rebellions. A little bit of a war, but I didn't really get to play. Was it fun?

[swanseer.livejournal.com]

Ah.

Oh, that's a pity [She pauses and then smiles] It should be. If everything goes well it should be very fun indeed... Though I haven't been able to be around so much as a result [That's Juni code for "I missed you!"]

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

[Drusilla returned the smile, pleased that her pretty little swan bird would get to indulge in some death and destruction and other wonderful party games. She could tell the stories to Drusilla, who would have to fill her belly that way for now. She couldn't fight herself, not yet. The enemy wasn't solid enough.]

Oh, don't worry you about that. [She wagged a finger.] We have all the time in the world, and it splashes around here like the wrong waterfall. You must tell me your stories.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

It's so much fun to hear you talk.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

And it's so sweet of you to listen.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What are you listening to now?

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh, the music of the stars. My head is filled with them here. Before I was listening to the whispers. The maybe futures and the lost yesterdays. How careless of him to lose them, don't you think?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Everyone has off days.

[a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh, not me. Never me. [Liar liar. Can he see her, burning away?] Do you?