Princess Rosella of Daventry (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
primrosella) wrote2009-12-06 04:10 pm
primrosella) wrote2009-12-06 04:10 pm
Entry tags:
- absence makes the heart go yonder,
- at least it's not greensleeves,
- bad memories,
- bff =/= getting busy,
- curse: the architect--act two,
- daddy,
- developing abandonment issues,
- everything is ruined forever,
- h is for hypocrite,
- he doesn't look a thing like jesus,
- hit rock bottom; began to dig,
- home is where the heart is,
- optimism level is dwindling,
- plot,
- really need a hug kthx,
- the perils of being rosella,
- time for some emo
Quest 146
[Accidental Video Post]
[Rosella is standing near the edge of the lake in Xanadu, her back to the camera as she gazes out over the water. This is the second time in two days that she's come out here, but this time she is alone, a solitary figure wrapped up snugly in a bright red cloak. She moves, and there is a brief glimmer of silver as she raises her flute to her lips and begins to play, gentle and sad. It's not a perfect rendition by any means, but she's not playing to perform; indeed, from the way she's acting, it's clear she doesn't even realize that her device is recording at all.
As she draws to a close, she slowly lowers her flute and stands a moment in silence before beginning to speak.]
It's strange, isn't it, to watch the world fall to pieces before your very eyes?
[She glances down at her flute, then back up again at the rip in the barrier, out over the water.]
Once upon a time, I would've believed it was really you out there. But how many times I have I learned, again and again, that all they ever do is spin out lies and half-truths and hollow promises? Maybe the truth really is that they'll never let us go.
Maybe I'm the awful one, that I can't find it in myself to believe so easily anymore.
This world and that world, and I'm halfway between. I don't know what the right answer is, Daddy. I don't know what the right thing to do is this time. I can't choose. I don't want to choose, don't make me...
[An abrupt pause, as she covers her face with her free hand and chokes on her words. A minute later, when she's managed to compose herself, she returns to speaking, softer than before.]
There was a day, once upon a time, when I accepted the thought that I'd never see any of you again. But I will. I know I'll see you again. I'll be home someday, I promise.
But this isn't home. It's nothing but a lie.
[She stands in silence a moment, the wind playing about the hem of her cloak and the curls of her hair, and then she raises the flute and begins to play once more.]
[OOC: Yeah, um, she's having a really bad week. So much for December looking up with the coming of the holidays? Right. Anyway, the link is not necessarily the exact song she's playing, but it's pretty and fit the mood, so there you go. Action for anybody out by the lake, Network for everyone else.]
[Rosella is standing near the edge of the lake in Xanadu, her back to the camera as she gazes out over the water. This is the second time in two days that she's come out here, but this time she is alone, a solitary figure wrapped up snugly in a bright red cloak. She moves, and there is a brief glimmer of silver as she raises her flute to her lips and begins to play, gentle and sad. It's not a perfect rendition by any means, but she's not playing to perform; indeed, from the way she's acting, it's clear she doesn't even realize that her device is recording at all.
As she draws to a close, she slowly lowers her flute and stands a moment in silence before beginning to speak.]
It's strange, isn't it, to watch the world fall to pieces before your very eyes?
[She glances down at her flute, then back up again at the rip in the barrier, out over the water.]
Once upon a time, I would've believed it was really you out there. But how many times I have I learned, again and again, that all they ever do is spin out lies and half-truths and hollow promises? Maybe the truth really is that they'll never let us go.
Maybe I'm the awful one, that I can't find it in myself to believe so easily anymore.
This world and that world, and I'm halfway between. I don't know what the right answer is, Daddy. I don't know what the right thing to do is this time. I can't choose. I don't want to choose, don't make me...
[An abrupt pause, as she covers her face with her free hand and chokes on her words. A minute later, when she's managed to compose herself, she returns to speaking, softer than before.]
There was a day, once upon a time, when I accepted the thought that I'd never see any of you again. But I will. I know I'll see you again. I'll be home someday, I promise.
But this isn't home. It's nothing but a lie.
[She stands in silence a moment, the wind playing about the hem of her cloak and the curls of her hair, and then she raises the flute and begins to play once more.]
[OOC: Yeah, um, she's having a really bad week. So much for December looking up with the coming of the holidays? Right. Anyway, the link is not necessarily the exact song she's playing, but it's pretty and fit the mood, so there you go. Action for anybody out by the lake, Network for everyone else.]
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Be happy he's not dead. Idiot.
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You're the same. Happy or not, you're still a grudge-bearing, scornful nag. You haven't learned anything, except to bat your lashes and cry harder the next time it happens.
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I'm miserable enough already, without you helping me to feel any more so.
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Don't put your choices on me. Want all of it? Fine. Someone crawls off an interrogation chair, they don't make it out alive for long. I didn't lie. Odds were, whatever the hell had your useless nuisance of a friend, if it did its job, he wouldn't be breathing now. Told the truth. Don't blame me that it wasn't what you wanted to hear. Since when does want feature into it?
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I have had none at all. I know how it feels. And don't you dare tell me it's my fault because I hurt when people are cruel!
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[growl; pause, then slowly after]
Fine.
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Have the sense to call it what it is - lying. You want to be lied to.
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Teaches you how it's done.
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