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exsilium2013-04-05 06:59 pm
graciousness) wrote in exsilium2013-04-05 06:59 pm
Entry tags:
- celebrían (lord of the rings),
- morgana pendragon (merlin),
- xerxes break (pandora hearts),
- ✝ guinevere (merlin),
- ✝ gwendolyn (odin sphere),
- ✝ jules grumley (original),
- ✝ leonard "bones" mccoy (star trex xi),
- ✝ medusalith boltagon (marvel 616),
- ✝ mitsuki ishikawa [original],
- ✝ remy lebeau (marvel 616),
- ✝ susan storm richards (marvel 616),
- ✝ teravian [the last rune],
- ✝ thassarian (world of warcraft),
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
❖ ００３ ; ＶＩＤＥＯ
[ Gwen is sewing.
There is so much time to fill these days that she takes these projects, uses them to pass her hours and keep her mind occupied with simple things rather than her worries and lord knows she has plenty.
In her lap, a dress is laid, more of a gown of silks in shades of royal blue and lighter blue. It is an impressive piece, one she is working on for many weeks on from the look of her fingers, she had poked herself with the needle more than once.
Still she works, sewing what looks like a golden embodiment on the edges.
Beside her is a cup of tea and actually, it's not the gown she wants to talk about. ]
It's rather brilliant.
[ she takes the cup, sips her tea. ]
Are they really tea-leaves? I have never heard of any leaves that can make something so wonderful. In Camelot we only have water and if you're fortunate you have milk.
[ and ale and mead and wine, but Gwen never tried those. ]
N-not that I mind the milk and the water. Or Camelot, really, I miss it quite often but -
[ she's doing it again isn't she? the babbling. She stops, smiles. ]
It is rather brilliant. Where can one find those...tea leaves? Where do they grow?
There is so much time to fill these days that she takes these projects, uses them to pass her hours and keep her mind occupied with simple things rather than her worries and lord knows she has plenty.
In her lap, a dress is laid, more of a gown of silks in shades of royal blue and lighter blue. It is an impressive piece, one she is working on for many weeks on from the look of her fingers, she had poked herself with the needle more than once.
Still she works, sewing what looks like a golden embodiment on the edges.
Beside her is a cup of tea and actually, it's not the gown she wants to talk about. ]
It's rather brilliant.
[ she takes the cup, sips her tea. ]
Are they really tea-leaves? I have never heard of any leaves that can make something so wonderful. In Camelot we only have water and if you're fortunate you have milk.
[ and ale and mead and wine, but Gwen never tried those. ]
N-not that I mind the milk and the water. Or Camelot, really, I miss it quite often but -
[ she's doing it again isn't she? the babbling. She stops, smiles. ]
It is rather brilliant. Where can one find those...tea leaves? Where do they grow?
[video]
Despair?
[video]
[ This is spoken with extreme drama ]
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[ Xerxes, please. ]
[video]
[ Just like that, the drama is gone from his voice; he has flipped back into his casual, sing-song tone. ]
Misery, I mean.
[video]
I doubt there is anyone who enjoys misery.
[video]
[ Here the doll on his shoulder comes alive and chirps: ]
MAKE YOU THROW UP!
[video]
To be honest, I do not.
[ she squints. ]
Is that -
[ wow no. ]
What is that?