closed/incomplete

[roseredheart]

Characters: Calliope, Erato, Euterpe
Date/Time: Christmas Day
Location: Parlor of the abandoned house
Rating: TBA
Warnings: None
Summary: The three of them are meeting to compare notes on their dreams, and maybe discover a little truth along the way.

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[museicalme]

Eleanor decided to take a few moment to herself before heading to the parlor. She had long suspected what the dreams she had been having were confirming, but if the others didn't know she didn't want to just blurt it out.

She made her way inside, waving to Amanda as she looked around the room. There was something about this house that just seemed wrong, on top of the fact that they were all trapped here, and she just didn't feel comfortable making herself at home someplace that looked like it would fall apart at the first stiff breeze. Once she finished checking over the room she walked over to where Amanda was and smiled softly. "Hey, so how're you holding up?"

[roseredheart]

"I'm doing all right, I suppose. I miss the comforts of home and my parents and all, but Anthony has been such a sweetheart in keeping me company, and of course there's you... It's almost like having family right here..."

Amanda sighed wistfully, a smile tugging at her lips when she looked at Eleanor. "We have so much in common--even more than just these dreams. Born just hours apart... God, we even look something alike this time, don't we? Both pretty girls with rose-petal complexions, blonde hair and blue eyes..."

She gasped, clapping a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God. Did I just say that out loud?"

[regallyso]

Cordelia, on the other hand, who'd just stepped through the parlor entrance with her arms looped around herself, looked nothing like the other two. She was more fair-skinned, and if it wasn't obvious enough, her hair was much darker. Nevertheless, her dreams were enough to confirm that she had some strange connection with these girls, a concept that became more convincing the closer she stepped toward the pair.

"You did," she called out, rubbing her palms more vigorously up and down her bare arms. "But we can keep a secret -- can't we, Eleanor?" There was a smile.

[roseredheart]

Amanda turned when she heard the mellifluous voice with the crisp British accent.

"I know you," she said, "You... you were the one that had the most beautiful voice. So much so that... that they named you for it..."

Amanda turned pink and shook her head as if trying to clear it. "Sorry. I don't know why I'm saying these things. They're just... spilling out."