Video ❖ 5 || Filtered 98%
[Filtered to only those who have met her in canon and in Demeleier.]
[A soft, melodious giggle can be heard over the network. It is a sound that is feminine and uncharacteristically dainty for the Britannian princess that slowly comes into view. She looks exactly like Cornelia li Britannia save for the yellow, glowing eyes, which squint shut as her head falls back, full laughter now falling from her lips.
The video pans out slightly when she sets it in front of her, unfolding long limbs as she lounges back comfortably in her chair, exposing a much more well endowed version of this image. She looks amused, relaxed, content even. There are several empty bottles of red wine strewn about the room nearby, as well as a half empty glass that she now raises to her lips. She's wearing make-up that suits her fuchsia hair and elegant features. She looks like a completely different person, unquestionably beautiful, even with the golden eyes staring coyly into the screen.]
I have grown tired of this little game of hide-and-seek. It seems that you were much too busy helping others face their fears to spare some time for your own. [Her lips twist into a cruel smile, and she leans forward, her face and an ample amount of cleavage the only things visible.] That is so very like you, Princess.
If it was your plan to ignore me until I went away, well then I'm sorry to disappoint you.
I wrote you a song, you see. I thought it was about time that you... ah-I mean we put one of your less blatant talents to use. Wouldn't you agree?
[Her smirk is full of contempt, even as she opens her mouth to sing, one eye closing into a wink.]
♪ How does it feel to watch them die?
To kneel in the blood where they lie?
Those of your flesh; they are your kin.
Your weakness is your greatest sin.
You who chose a life of chastity,
And yet you have the audacity
To desire your most trusted aide,
And one by whom you were betrayed.
You tarnish everything that you touch.
If only they understood how much
You wish you had been born a male;
Not one so inferior and frail.
And you still cling to what you have lost
Despite the many lines you've crossed.
A murderer; a tyrant; a hypocrite; a bitch;
Nothing more than Britannia's witch.
Warrior Princess? Commander-in-Chief?
Please, Highness, allow me to debrief.
Because you are selfish and rotten to the core
A fake; a phony; a philandering whore. ♪
[She laughs again, finishing off the glass of wine and tossing it away somewhere unseen where it can be heard shattering a moment later. And then she stands, providing an even more suggestive view to those who might be watching.]
Our meeting has been long overdue. I do hope that you won't keep me waiting much longer~
[The connection fills with loud static before it completely cuts out.]
((ooc: if you're curious about her voice, it's her English VA, Mary Elizabeth Mcglynn, and you can hear her here.))
[A soft, melodious giggle can be heard over the network. It is a sound that is feminine and uncharacteristically dainty for the Britannian princess that slowly comes into view. She looks exactly like Cornelia li Britannia save for the yellow, glowing eyes, which squint shut as her head falls back, full laughter now falling from her lips.
The video pans out slightly when she sets it in front of her, unfolding long limbs as she lounges back comfortably in her chair, exposing a much more well endowed version of this image. She looks amused, relaxed, content even. There are several empty bottles of red wine strewn about the room nearby, as well as a half empty glass that she now raises to her lips. She's wearing make-up that suits her fuchsia hair and elegant features. She looks like a completely different person, unquestionably beautiful, even with the golden eyes staring coyly into the screen.]
I have grown tired of this little game of hide-and-seek. It seems that you were much too busy helping others face their fears to spare some time for your own. [Her lips twist into a cruel smile, and she leans forward, her face and an ample amount of cleavage the only things visible.] That is so very like you, Princess.
If it was your plan to ignore me until I went away, well then I'm sorry to disappoint you.
I wrote you a song, you see. I thought it was about time that you... ah-I mean we put one of your less blatant talents to use. Wouldn't you agree?
[Her smirk is full of contempt, even as she opens her mouth to sing, one eye closing into a wink.]
♪ How does it feel to watch them die?
To kneel in the blood where they lie?
Those of your flesh; they are your kin.
Your weakness is your greatest sin.
You who chose a life of chastity,
And yet you have the audacity
To desire your most trusted aide,
And one by whom you were betrayed.
You tarnish everything that you touch.
If only they understood how much
You wish you had been born a male;
Not one so inferior and frail.
And you still cling to what you have lost
Despite the many lines you've crossed.
A murderer; a tyrant; a hypocrite; a bitch;
Nothing more than Britannia's witch.
Warrior Princess? Commander-in-Chief?
Please, Highness, allow me to debrief.
Because you are selfish and rotten to the core
A fake; a phony; a philandering whore. ♪
[She laughs again, finishing off the glass of wine and tossing it away somewhere unseen where it can be heard shattering a moment later. And then she stands, providing an even more suggestive view to those who might be watching.]
Our meeting has been long overdue. I do hope that you won't keep me waiting much longer~
[The connection fills with loud static before it completely cuts out.]
((ooc: if you're curious about her voice, it's her English VA, Mary Elizabeth Mcglynn, and you can hear her here.))