http://whichswan.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] whichswan.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] paradisalost2011-04-19 04:51 pm
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Is there a limit to how much we can ask of the Castle?

Angel;
Were you the one who brought me here?

Clark;
I'm sorry.


[ She can also be found at the gym, as always, practicing.

You may hear echoes of this music from outside, accompanied by the occasional sound of wood tapping against linoleum. Once she finishes a round, she takes a few minutes to breathe, then does it again. Sometimes she rehearses a part many times, perfecting it. And sometimes, after a good round, she curtsies to herself in the mirror and smiles.

But Nina doesn't smile when she dances. ]

[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com 2011-04-23 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, I haven't met him yet. What's he like?

[he takes this moment to wander further into the room, sort of looking around... he doesn't come in here often because the only real use he could find in this room is that it sometimes contains people he can creep on.]

[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com 2011-04-24 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[he laughs.] He sounds like a prince.

[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com 2011-04-24 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Every story needs a prince. [he turns back on his heel so that he'll be facing Nina properly.] So that seems as good a start as any.

[then he glances to the side.] By the way, what are we listening to?

[identity profile] exanimatus.livejournal.com 2011-04-25 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
All right, fairy tales. In that case, you've got a castle going for you, too.

[he rests his chin on his hand, tapping on his cheek.]

Giselle, Giselle... It's been a very long time, I think... There's a girl who falls in love, right? And a nobleman dressed up like a peasant. When he's outed, she dies due to a weak heart.