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queenofheartsrp2010-12-10 05:08 pm
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Entry tags:
- ! video,
- xion | mnementomori,
- † ai enma | miss_enma_ai,
- † caprica-six | experiencedlove,
- † katniss everdeen | anythingburns,
- † kazumi hagino | yakuza_otaku,
- † miwako ihara | foundaplace,
- † rosalina | celestialmama,
- † shizuru fujino | crazyfornatsuki,
- † signum | brustriese,
- † stephanie brown | gravityfists,
- † the phoenix | willbereborn,
- † utsuho reiuji | uraniumtea,
- † yukari yakumo | border_phantasm,
- † yuna | faythfulprayer
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.
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.
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[ Caprica's tone is quietly curious, but patient, like talking to a child — because that's the impression of Birdie that has stuck in her head. ]
video.
No, and yes, sometimes, Blackie, the Black Dog, he comes and he goes and he is only met where Death goes, he is it, Death, yes he is, he barks but doesn't bite. [ She looks up at Alison and smiles, her face all happy. She's sitting in front of the mirror, knees up to her chest, arms around her legs. One of her hands touches the mirror idly, impressed with the house. She has never seen one quite like before and she wonders if that's what a castle is, fingers idly tracing the objects reflected from the other side. ] There's the warm one, too, protector, so warm, very nice, and the bird of Spring, we like to play and dance.