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[hewed]

[ in the non-fiction section, seemingly confused. ]

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sob, so rusty.

[downtonine]

[ several feet away from claire, the vampire spots her and giggles. drusilla then starts swaying and dancing to a tune only she can hear. ]

Run and catch. Run and catch.

i love rusty you like i love shiny new you~

[hewed]

[ claire freezes. it takes her a moment to turn, and when she does it's stiff with fear. ]

but. the rust. I am ashamed ;__;

[downtonine]

[ she laughed and breathed in the scent. oh! it was so lovely. it was intoxicating. ]

Did you miss me, my sweet?

everyone's a little bit rusty sometimes!

[hewed]

[ she is too afraid to answer one way or the other. drusilla is so unpredictable, and claire doesn't know if a lie will appease or enrage her more than honesty. ]

<333!

[downtonine]

[ it was an acceptable answer, the silence. often grandmother-daughter would ignore her questions and often pretend they weren't asked. ]

I've dreamed of this. Starbushes and chainsaws and knives and torn skin. But my tummy is full now. [ she rubs her belly and covers her mouth. ] I just want to play.

[hewed]

[ that painted some horrifying pictures in her mind, and her small appetite was little comfort. ]

I'm a bit busy.

[downtonine]

With what?

[ she truly looks curious as she asks. ]

[hewed]

Research.

[downtonine]

I like research. I like the way it burns my fingers, like a sour kiss.

[hewed]

It's not quite that kind. [ she doesn't think. ]