2; action

[noworldleft]

[She's kneeling in a garden on the castle grounds, almost inhumanly still. After spending several minutes staring at a fern, she heaves a small, silent sigh. The longer she stays in this world -- dimension -- whatever -- the more despicable it becomes. Even before, when she was resurrected, she never felt so utterly alone. Weak and human and

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[mysticalvender]

You know you only have to ask.

...

Wait. Is this a plant thing and not a me-thing again?

[noworldleft]

[She gives him a long deadpan stare. You should know better, Lorne. Obviously.]

You are not what I seek.

[mysticalvender]

[Can't blame a demon for trying]

You sure? I can sing you Blue Bayou.

[noworldleft]

Your attempts to comfort or amuse me are futile.

[spongetastic]

[except it's not ever just to yourself when the journal is open]

What's it sound like?

[noworldleft]

Calm. Ancient. Neverending.

[spongetastic]

It sounds beautiful. Do all colors have a song? [what? he's interested]

[noworldleft]

I do not speak of rays of the spectrum. I mean the plants.

[madandbad]

Song of the green? Like plants?

[noworldleft]

Yes. Finally, one who understands.

[madandbad]

I can't hear them, but my best friend can. She would talk to them too.

[noworldleft]

What manner of creature is she?

[daddyhost]

[He had come to check on the roses he was growing with Haruhi, stopping when he heard this voice speak out in soft distress. His heart melted, fingers touching his chest in a gesture of sympathy.]

If it takes my life, princess, I would find that song for you just to see your perfect smile.

[noworldleft]

[Her brows furrows with a mix of annoyance and ... lots of confusion.]

Who are you?

[daddyhost]

I am Suoh Tamaki, may I be permitted to know your name?

[noworldleft]

[Well, his politeness is definitely a plus.]

Illyria. I delight in your reverence, but to call me a princess is to belittle me. I'm one of the Old Ones. God-king of the primordium.

[vivatsomnum]

I remember.

[noworldleft]

Do you? So few can hear it.

[vivatsomnum]

There were dreamers, even then.

[noworldleft]

You claim to know their dreams.