Freshed Stale Air

Dec 11, 2010 07:35

Blood and bone and all things dead... There was a place for me, but it weren't here.

Not yet.

Not how.

Daddy's gone home... Stars are all a-twinkle and Princess come in the wake of lies, see. Time ain't what

KING OF CUPS

Spike... It's cold. There's a terrible lament and the daffodils aren't scratching like they should.

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myglasses December 11 2010, 12:23:45 UTC
Are you alright?

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deathly_dru December 11 2010, 18:55:45 UTC
No.

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myglasses December 12 2010, 00:17:28 UTC
Oh. Is there anything I can do to help?

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deathly_dru December 12 2010, 01:05:01 UTC
Would you like to?

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grahamcommawill December 11 2010, 16:44:18 UTC
You have a very strange way with words, Miss.

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deathly_dru December 11 2010, 18:56:37 UTC
They slip through my fingers like messy eels... Not like your Doctor.

But he made a mess with other things.

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grahamcommawill December 11 2010, 18:59:03 UTC
I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. I don't have any doctor here.

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deathly_dru December 11 2010, 19:01:58 UTC
No, but he was, little Eidetiker.

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young_idealist December 11 2010, 17:20:34 UTC
Miss Drusilla?

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deathly_dru December 11 2010, 18:56:58 UTC
They seek me here, they seek me there...

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young_idealist December 11 2010, 19:00:47 UTC
That seems to be coming up a lot today.

Can you keep a secret for me, mademoiselle?

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deathly_dru December 11 2010, 19:02:33 UTC
Is it a fun secret?

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