Fitz had come to accept the fact that Annie was gone. He was still working on wrapping his brain around the fact that this made him a business owner
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[Location: the New Found Out]a_pretty_fireAugust 6 2010, 14:14:20 UTC
It had taken Drusilla a long time to leave the safety of the forest. The hollow trees had become silent sanctuaries. She could curl up in the safe, dark spaces inside and pretend to be a little animal, with no troubles apart from roots and leaves. Even the moon couldn't touch her.
But the voices ... oh, the voices. They wouldn't stop. On and on in her head, like the Master's drumbeat. In the end, that’s why she started to walk. She couldn’t get away from the guilt, but she could find someone to absolve it.
She moved differently, now, stepping tentatively across threshold and into the pub. (She didn’t need an invite for a such a public place, but she had manners now. Manners she’d forgotten how to use.) She was as graceful as ever, but the serpentine quality that her movements had once had - a viper waiting to strike - had been replaced by a sort of meekness.
[Location: the New Found Out]rererememberedAugust 8 2010, 22:33:26 UTC
Fitz tensed at Drusilla's voice, but turned to face her nonetheless. He folded his arms and raised his chin, but all bravado vanished when he spoke.
"Because I'm a loser and I always have been," he said, then frowned. "No, I mean that...that...I--" Any attempt at dissembling from the initial statement was met with a twitch, an inability to speak.
[Location: the New Found Out]a_pretty_fireAugust 10 2010, 13:00:21 UTC
Oh, dear heart! Did he really believe that? She reached out a hand to touch his cheek - as she'd comforted Spike or the Slayer or Morgana in a hundred different lifetimes - but dropped it back to her side before touching him. He wouldn't like that.
"You were strong enough to fight the Master." Not physically, no, but inside. Where it counted. "You were strong enough to travel through the stars with a Lord of Time."
It was clear that Drusilla was, in a vague and disjointed manner, attempting to help.
[Location: the New Found Out]rererememberedAugust 16 2010, 14:53:32 UTC
Forgive Fitz for finding her attempts to be...disconcerting, to say the least. He stepped back at her approach but didn't run. She couldn't hurt him, all she could do was be incredibly creepy. Sort of like Compassion, in a way.
"That was just survival," he said with a shrug. "'Not dying' is easy, muddling through society's expectations is the tricky bit."
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But the voices ... oh, the voices. They wouldn't stop. On and on in her head, like the Master's drumbeat. In the end, that’s why she started to walk. She couldn’t get away from the guilt, but she could find someone to absolve it.
She moved differently, now, stepping tentatively across threshold and into the pub. (She didn’t need an invite for a such a public place, but she had manners now. Manners she’d forgotten how to use.) She was as graceful as ever, but the serpentine quality that her movements had once had - a viper waiting to strike - had been replaced by a sort of meekness.
“Why not?”
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"Because I'm a loser and I always have been," he said, then frowned. "No, I mean that...that...I--" Any attempt at dissembling from the initial statement was met with a twitch, an inability to speak.
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"You were strong enough to fight the Master." Not physically, no, but inside. Where it counted. "You were strong enough to travel through the stars with a Lord of Time."
It was clear that Drusilla was, in a vague and disjointed manner, attempting to help.
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"That was just survival," he said with a shrug. "'Not dying' is easy, muddling through society's expectations is the tricky bit."
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