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] pixiesinmyhead.livejournal.com 2011-04-20 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Would seem difficult. Goes against one's nature.

[identity profile] pixiesinmyhead.livejournal.com 2011-04-20 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Someone else's story. Someone else's songs.

[identity profile] pixiesinmyhead.livejournal.com 2011-04-20 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hm. Even somewhat crazed as she is, Dru knows that making new friends is generally hindered by discussions of bloody massacres. So she simply shrugs.]

Not a terrible lot.

[identity profile] pixiesinmyhead.livejournal.com 2011-04-20 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Well. If you think she's a lady, she won't argue that.]

Mm. I was raised up properly.

[identity profile] pixiesinmyhead.livejournal.com 2011-04-21 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, lovely ones. Silks and brocades and taffetas and red and white and black and blue and violet and pink and every such thing.

[identity profile] pixiesinmyhead.livejournal.com 2011-04-21 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nod, nod, nod.]

A princess indeed.