http://welljustwatchme.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] welljustwatchme.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] queenofheartsrp2011-03-03 04:59 pm

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[Chocolates were supposed to be harmless, weren't they? So it was something else making her feel like this, all warm and needy and stupidly French. Tabernac. Home, it would be easy enough to get rid of this feeling. There were always things to do -- sports or even just going for a long walk in the snow. Nothing like piles and piles or snow or a good shootout to get your mind off of dirty things.

And so that's why Maggie's in a stream. Not on the bank or floating down it or anything like that, just standing there with water up to her knees, the bottom of her skirt wet from every time she bends over to pet one of the colourful fish in the stream.

She's well aware it's not dignified in the slighest but honestly, the thoughts in her mind right now need to go.]

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-05 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
What did they do? As far I know the relations have always been pleasant...ever since George the First the royal families have intermarried...

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-05 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
1888.

...You're another from the future, aren't you?

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-06 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
Another reason to stay, then. I don't want to watch the country fall to pieces.

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-06 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Do you want the uncensored truth, or the version that soothes?

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-06 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
I have no family. I have few I can even consider friends. My home is with myself, because my heart stays with me. If the humans panic and set their world alight, I feel but the tragedy of the spectator as such a drama plays out. Time means nothing to me, I almost consider myself to live outside of it with how little it impacts me other than watching flowers bloom, seasons change, ideas run their course.

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-06 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
A grim reaper. One on leave for the moment.

[She says it casually, unafraid to admit it. Maggie revealed that she's a nation, she owes her that much.]

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-06 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Then we're doing our job. We're supposed to remain hidden, mainly, but I don't see the point here.

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-06 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
I suppose that when you're carried off to another realm covert affairs in your own don't matter as much as solving the logistics of how you got here in the first place.

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-06 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps you do have them, they just haven't made their nationality known yet.

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[You seem down. And her mission was to cure that today! She stands up, smiling gently.]

...May I hug you?

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
But you seem so down...hugs tend to make that go away, I've found.

[identity profile] esoteric_rose.livejournal.com 2011-03-07 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Even more a reason for a hug.