http://aunomdedieu.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] aunomdedieu.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] queenofheartsrp2010-12-10 05:08 pm

two. [video]

[ Caprica has been avoiding Gaius's house ever since she accidentally conjured it from her memories. Once she considered trying to burn it down, but eventually decided she couldn't bear it. The original is already ash and splinters because of her; she doesn't want to repeat that.

But inevitably, she's back there again, sitting on the balcony, where a tendril of the Vine has crept its way up the side of the house — it's becoming part of this place. She has a cocktail glass of something a dull green color — ambrosia and rum, almost unbearably sweet, but she likes it that way — and she's staring off past the mirror, watching the lake as the sun begins to set over it.

When she speaks, her tone is idly curious, or seems that way. She still doesn't look at the mirror. ]


What do all of you miss? From home.

[identity profile] celestialmama.livejournal.com 2010-12-10 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[ She isn't familiar with that kind of love. Not personally. She recognizes it in others, encourages it as best she can, but she has never experienced it, nor has she ever been the one who could help untangle its complications with sound advice. Her concept of love is still very naive: something that endures, something eternal. Only death could truly separate one from someone special.

The consequences of living so far from humans: she can observe the nature of the universe, but not the complications of love.
]


This house must have been conjured by mistake, then.

[identity profile] celestialmama.livejournal.com 2010-12-15 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rosalina smiles softly. This all is still going over her head, but it's nice, at least, to know the woman's received some comfort from the house. ]

Will...will you use it as a place to live, if it doesn't move like the other houses here?

[identity profile] celestialmama.livejournal.com 2010-12-17 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Rosalina falls silent for a moment, her gaze drifting to nowhere in particular. Lost in thought.

When she speaks, it's as if she's speaking to herself.
]


I've heard...matter from the wild places... Even if it isn't quite home, it's more than what we've been given.