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[deathtrapping.livejournal.com]

[It's nighttime. The vine shows what appears to be a disoriented young lady, oblivious to the presence of the mirror. In truth, that's not exactly the case; the mirror had been deliberately called, and the apparent confusion is mostly an act. Grace is just doing her best to establish herself to anyone who might be watching as a poor, helpless little girl, pathetic and in need of coddling. She stands from where she had been seated, blinking owlishly and distractedly smoothing the skirt of the white arrival's dress.]

Am... Am I dreaming...?

[No, of course she's not dreaming—that would be too convenient. But it's not like she really has a home to return to, so rather than being upset or enraged by her abduction, she merely finds it annoying. Still, it's annoying in the worst possible way, so she has to fight to keep the helpless stutter in her voice when she speaks next.]

B-but... I thought this place was just something I imagined...

[She turns then, pretending to catch sight of the mirror for the first time.]

Oh! H, hello. [She smiles an uncertain smile.] I d-didn't realize you were th-there. Are, are you showing this to everyone? A-are the people I met before still here...? Please... I d-don't want to be alone in this place...

((ooc: Yeah so I got bored sooner than I expected. Tags will still probably be a bit slow, sorry!))

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[deathtrapping.livejournal.com]

[Grace is just eating this up. She stays in Zenobia's arms, content to allow herself to be hugged for however long Zenobia was interested in hugging her.]

A-as long as you know...

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Zenobia keeps holding Grace.]

I know. Grace. Sweet, kind, Grace. Your name is so fitting, don't you think?

[deathtrapping.livejournal.com]

[She hates her name. Hates it because it was given to her by that woman. She can't say this, though, so instead she feigns modesty.]

I, I don't know...

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

Well I think it's good. [Zenobia finally releases her.] I'm very glad we met, Grace. I think we should spend a lot of time together, if you're okay with that.

[deathtrapping.livejournal.com]

[Grace looks down at the ground as Zenobia lets go, biting her lip a little. When she speaks next, though, she looks up again, and then smiles the sweetest little smile you ever did see.] Mm! I...I would like that, I th-think.

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Melts. Zenobia is blushing and just stares at the girl. She snaps herself out of it after a few moments.] Do you have a place to stay? I have a bed if you don't.

[deathtrapping.livejournal.com]

[Grace internally raises an eyebrow at that. "A bed"? Not a spare one? She doesn't let that show on her face, though.]

I, I was just g-going to stay in the N-Necessities...

[restlessdevil.livejournal.com]

[Zenobia only has one bed, so she was thinking exactly what Grace was suspicious about.]

Hmmm... I guess maybe that's fine for now. Will you be fine on your own?

[deathtrapping.livejournal.com]

Mm! I w, was the last t-time I was here, s-so...

[Plus, she has to hide her sleeping and eating habits.]