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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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I don't know. I may.
[ So many ghosts of old memories the place brings up... but, for the most part, they're happy ones. And she's clinging to that right now. ]
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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.