http://pluckmygstring.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] pluckmygstring.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] queenofheartsrp2011-08-12 02:48 pm

Opus no. 9 [Dream]

[The streets of Vienna are winding and lovely. Somehow there is music playing, as if it was background music.

Rosalinde is walking down the streets, deeply inhaling the fresh air and looking very peaceful. Her precious city is thriving as ever, and, though her face remains stoic, she's clearly very happy. She hums along with the music as she walks.

Along the way, she runs into two people, Germany and Hungary respectively. It seems she'd been concerned for them. She seems to be very happy to see them both, and the three chat for a bit, though it's not really possibly to distinguish what they're saying; the music has gotten louder and is drowning out voices. Hungary pulls Austria into a tight embrace that she accepts and returns while Germany just watches, smiling a little at the happy reunion.

The three of them walk a little further down the street to a small outdoor cafe and chat for a while. From there, Spain approaches from the street and the group welcomes her to join them. The music dies down in volume just long enough to make out what Austria says next.
]

I apologize for my extended absence. To you and to all of my citizens. I am grateful to see that you are all doing well.
headedforhope: (those of us not asleep subdued to mark)

[personal profile] headedforhope 2011-08-15 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
I'm- my apologies, where? [her own polite smile is still there, but a shade unsure.]
headedforhope: (I've fallen out of favor and I've fallen)

[personal profile] headedforhope 2011-08-15 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
...I see. And why am I here?

[she glances around]

Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful place, but I don't quite understand.
headedforhope: (who needs orderly keywords anyway)

[personal profile] headedforhope 2011-08-17 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
Yet you don't seem bothered overmuch, either, if I might so observe.

[There's a growing feeling of unease, and she responds almost warily:]

Only if it isn't any trouble.