[ The feed snaps on, displaying Drusilla’s wide eyes and gleeful grin - childlike, but there’s that hint of predator always lurking underneath. There’s a bit of red smeared at the corner of her lips, but hey, that could be ketchup for all you know. Maybe she had an issue with lipstick this morning. Whatever. Behind her you might be able to hear ( Read more... )

[ Her voice is strained, and somewhere in the background there's a metered, repetitive sound of sharp nails scratching over metal. Like a complusive habit to try to keep herself calm. Which is most definitely not working. ]

The stars have all gone quiet. Swallowed up in the void. I can't-

[ There's something like a muffled scream and her voice ( Read more... )

[ The feed begins with Drusilla off screen, just her disembodied voice carrying through a dark room to the datapad. She’s only just woken up from this dream, flinging herself, along with the datapad, to the floor. ]They died inside me, all of them. I felt them. Screaming and screaming, over and over again. Suffocated. Crushed. Clawing at my head ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )