first song ✗ video
[The datapad has turned itself on to reveal the back of a woman - all pale and dark haired, and of course clad in her undies. She’s kneeled up next to a glass window, gazing out at the evening Coruscant sky - one delicately manicured fingernail tracing little invisible designs on the glass, the dragging of it giving off a shrill, ear-splitting squeal. ]
So close to them now - no more confusing mix-match. I could almost touch them, dance with them. But these stars already have names. [ A change in tone and you can hear the frown in her voice ] Not my stars. No, they don’t sing the same. Oh, but how they cry such pretty music, still. A chorus across the skies, all weeping and wailing and moaning in tune - it was just what I wanted, how did you know?
[ Her head angles down and she’s now peering at the street below ]
Dying inside and out, aren’t we? Making it all even. It’s in season now, after all. Such pretty little ducks all in a row for the slaughter. But why so sad, my duckies?
[ And then she turns her head to stare directly into the camera, eyes cool and wicked, painted lips pulling back over sharp, white teeth to offer a chilling smile ]
I think you all look much lovelier this way. Sickness strangling you. Suffocating you. Turning you. It's beautiful.
[ And with that, she slowly turns back to the window, singing quietly to herself ]
Run and catch... Run and catch... The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch...
So close to them now - no more confusing mix-match. I could almost touch them, dance with them. But these stars already have names. [ A change in tone and you can hear the frown in her voice ] Not my stars. No, they don’t sing the same. Oh, but how they cry such pretty music, still. A chorus across the skies, all weeping and wailing and moaning in tune - it was just what I wanted, how did you know?
[ Her head angles down and she’s now peering at the street below ]
Dying inside and out, aren’t we? Making it all even. It’s in season now, after all. Such pretty little ducks all in a row for the slaughter. But why so sad, my duckies?
[ And then she turns her head to stare directly into the camera, eyes cool and wicked, painted lips pulling back over sharp, white teeth to offer a chilling smile ]
I think you all look much lovelier this way. Sickness strangling you. Suffocating you. Turning you. It's beautiful.
[ And with that, she slowly turns back to the window, singing quietly to herself ]
Run and catch... Run and catch... The lamb is caught in the blackberry patch...