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Test Drive Meme #3

TDM #3 - May/June 2025
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🦋 The Party

You wake up at a party.

You're not sure how, exactly, you got here. You may have just been walking in the woods or at a meeting for work or doing any other normal activity for you. But you know you weren't supposed to be at this party, you're fairly certain.

Anyone you ask about it will say the party is for you. You and the others also waking up and looking confused. Further questions will lead to the partygoers insisting you have something to eat. You're starving and others are eating the food without repercussion, so you figure there's no harm in a bite. You finish your portion.

It's another garden party near a large hedge maze in the middle of the night. With his penchant for games the Ruler of the Spring Court decided it would be nice to hold an actual game for all the Adopted present. None of that dreidel game a couple of parties ago. This time, he wants more spectacle with higher stakes. Forced to participate and host aspects of this gathering as well, the Ruler of the Dark Court wanted nothing to do with this, so he figured his participation in itself is for the party to happen at night, during his rule, when his mood is at its most pleasant.

Of course, there is no shortage of light sources such as candles and torches, much to the Earl's chagrin, as well as no shortage of food. This time, the fae decided to try their hand on some pasta. They heard it's a good delicacy from the mortal plane. Thing is, sauces look and smell bizarre. One's purple, while another's bright pink, and they taste fruity, as well as flowery, much like the cookies from the last gathering.

As the party winds down and everyone's eaten, a tall, stately woman stands up and speaks. You feel her voice more than hear it.

I am the Lawspeaker of the Fae, elected by Seelie and Unseelie alike, and you are all, now, subjects of Faerie. You cannot leave this realm once you have eaten our food, and even if you could, there is no saying how much time has passed back where you're from. Your loved ones are likely dead, your problems have likely played out. We require assistance in various matters, and each of you has been chosen for your talent and skill. You will be adopted by one of the Seelie or Unseelie Courts based on your strengths and personality. Your Court will decide what to do with you from there.

As suddenly as she stood, she sits back down.


🦋 Feeling on Hedge

So, what about this hedge maze that seems to have appeared out of nowhere and looming quite eerily beside this night's gathering? For one, peculiar noises can be heard whenever one's near its entrance. From the rustling of leaves to a woman crying, everything seems to be coming from inside.

Of course, the Adopted's participation is required and paramount. Anyone who refuses will be met with harsh penalties and consequences, whatever those may be. They also hint of a prize to anyone who comes out victorious on the other side. It's unclear what it is, though.

The fae know that while the Adopted have been very useful so far, they are also vulnerable and susceptible to fear, so to mitigate that, they have some colorful shots on a table marked LIQUID COURAGE near the entrance to the maze with such effects:

  • Gold: Essentially a strong drink that gives you profound energy for 24 hours.
  • Red: Downing this will make you feel warm like an aphrodisiac.
  • Blue: Basically functions like a normal tequila shot. Or three. Comes with a little bag of salt.

These shots are not compulsory for the Adopted to take, but they will be highly encouraged to do so before entering. Once inside, the rustling of leaves and the sounds of someone crying become louder and even more evident. There are also a few key things that seem to be very clear the longer an Adopted is within the maze's walls:

  • The maze is moving. How it's doing it, nobody knows. But it appears to be alive somehow, much like the castle grounds, so finding a clear pathway is almost impossible.
  • Whenever an Adopted turns right two consecutive times, they will see a more positive outcome from a terrible event in their lives. Lost someone? They're now here and alive. Gave up on a dream? You find yourself currently living it.
  • If an Adopted turns left two consecutive times, they will see someone, a family member or a friend who's still alive and had a deep impact on their lives, bleeding and dead on the ground.

It would be great if no one else can see an Adopted during their most vulnerable, but since the maze moves constantly, another Adopted or two might be able to see them trying to parse out what they're seeing, even if their fellow Adopted can't see it themselves.


🦋 Can't Unseelie It

CW: dismemberment, body horror, forced body transformations, mild gore, asphyxiation, drowning of children, death

The Spring King only wanted some good-natured fun within the maze, but unbeknownst to him, some Unseelie creatures and Unseelie magic have appeared inside, threatening the safety of the Adopted traversing every nook and cranny. Surely this will not have any lasting consequences between the relationship of the Seelie and Unseelie court rulers. Not at all.

A few of these Unseelie beings and Unseelie magic roaming around the hedge maze that the Adopted will have a chance to meet are as follows:

  • Manananggal: Capable of severing its torso from its legs, this vampiric creature usually preys on sleeping pregnant women and unborn babies. But not anymore. Due to magic put on it, this manananggal will strike anyone it comes across. Better pour salt on its severed lower torso once you find it, or else.
  • La Llorona: Remember that woman crying? Well, somewhere in the maze alongside the eerie sounds of water flowing, you'll come across a weeping woman cloaked in white with her back turned against you. Be careful not to approach her because once you do, she'll try to choke you to death, reminiscent of how she drowned her own children.
  • Jersey Devil: The first thing you'll hear once you turn is a high-pitched, blood-curdling scream then the sound of bat wings flapping. You better run as fast as you can to the other direction because this devil is out to attack anyone it sees on its path.
  • A fountain: How odd. Running from the jersey devil or the manananggal might have made you thirsty so perhaps there's no harm in drinking from it. But just coming in contact with its water will make any Adopted soon realize they have transformed into an Unseelie creature.

Fighting off these creatures might be best with a fellow Adopted. After all, there's power in numbers. Just be careful not to die within the hedge maze. There might be some dire consequences.


🦋 GEIS

You feel a vibration in your pocket sometime after the Lawspeaker addresses everyone. When you search for the source, you will pull out your Leaf, the device the Fae use to stay in touch with each other. Anyone who's used a smart phone will easily recognize how it works.

Greetings, Adopted. This is your Lawspeaker.

To be on theme with our festivities for tonight, we want to know a time in your life when you felt lost and wandering about. Perhaps the most compelling story will receive a reward from us.



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lementeur: (003)

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-16 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
drag his ass
un: verso

What good would it do?

Before, it would have risked everything. Now
Now it would only cause her more pain. For what?
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Gabriel | Ultrakill

[personal profile] jermastrat 2025-05-16 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
>> Party Time <<

[To say that Gabriel was a bit unfamiliar with the atmosphere of a party would be about akin to saying that the ocean was 'kind of damp'. It would be painfully obvious too, as he stalked about on the very absolute possible fringes of the party that he could manage to be in, since leaving was apparently not going to be a thing. Don't ask him how he found out, it's embarrassing.

Regardless, Gabriel isn't exactly trying to hide out back here either, at least that's not the impression he's giving, considering the non-stop grumbling going on as he obviously eyes the table full of food with a mixture of intense suspicion and, confusingly for him, hunger.

Someone is going to be pestered about the food eventually, it was only a matter of time.
]

Hey. What is that.

[The pasta, of course. Maybe he's just confused because of the outrageous color, who wouldn't know what pasta is after all? If the question sounded less like a curious query and more like a demand for information.... that's because it is, sorry.]

>> On Hedge <<

[It was utterly without hesitation and maybe just a pinch of irritable resentment that the angel had just snatched the golden shot, openly scoffing as he did.]

'Liquid Courage' ... I don't need this.

[It was a statement that wouldn't be allowed to go uncontested of course, heavily encouraged in fact, and after several minutes of heated back and forth between him and the fae attendant at the table-]

Fine, whatever! If I drink it will you shut the fuck up about it?!

[Yes, the answer was yes, and with a mutter the shot was knocked back. Inelegantly so, don't fucking laugh, he's never had a drink before it's harder than it looks. Once he's done sputtering on it (and endeavoring not to show how much he might have actually enjoyed the effect of the drink), it's off into the hedge maze.

On wing, of course, walking is for little scrubs and anyone who might have happened to be in front of him is going to get buzzed as he zips overhead.

No he didn't have to do that, he's just a little cranky right now.
]

>>Left<<

[Navigating this stupid thing was a goddamn nightmare. It had become obvious that somehow, this place was shifting, memories of Fraud coming to mind as yet another corner seemed to turn in a way that from a distance, very much seemed like it would not have. Fear wasn't something the angel was familiar with, and thus it wasn't the emotion that sprang to mind as he approached yet another section, only to find it had somehow, in some inexplicable manner, warped in the two seconds it took to arrive there.

... He was getting pretty fucking fed up with the crying though.
]

I swear if I have to listen to your miserable whining for another fucking second I'll-

[The threat was cut off as he rounded the corner, the familiar stench of blood filling his nose.

It was in pieces across the ground, whole enough to be completely recognizable however. It's wires ripped from it's chassis, so long dead that they failed to even spark. No weapons in sight, no sign of a fight at all, the pool of blood it laid in undisturbed around it as if it had simply fallen where it stood.

For a time, he stood there, mute, staring at the remains of what was unmistakably-
]

... It would end like this... Machine?

[Angry? Was this anger? It felt so close to it, though at what he couldn't say. Some horrible, unwanted, sick feeling that that bubbled up from the center of his chest, desperately trying to claw its way out of his throat. It barely escaped as a low, anguished groan, his grip on the hilt of Justice causing his gauntlets to creak and his fingers to ache.]

... Without me?

[It should have brought happiness, shouldn't it? Shouldn't he be pleased? Did he not hate this thing, this object? Why didn't he feel that then?

Why did he feel so hollow instead? Heedless of the pool of blood, he approached the corpse body inactive machine, observing the blackened optic, as if hoping it might suddenly flicker on and stare back. Nothing, of course, and he slowly sunk to his knees to gently gather V1 to him, tilting the limp and lifeless head upwards to look at it.

This was the only way it could have ended..
]

>> Unseelie it <<

I will paint the ground with your blood!

[It sounded like he finally found a way to blow off a little steam, good news for him, and potentially bad news for the Jersey Devil as the beast had attempted to make a direct aerial attack on the angel. Was this thing to blame for-

No, of course not, V1 wouldn't have fallen to this pathetic creature. Gabriel had just barely avoided being hurled to the ground, and he was more than happy to return the goddamn favor as Justice and Splendor whirled out of their scabbards, the ringing of steel like church bells as the angel immediately launched himself after it.
]

I'll decorate the walls with your fucking intestines, I will put your head on a fucking pike!

[Can he do this alone? Well he sure thinks he can!]
Edited 2025-05-16 17:56 (UTC)
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[personal profile] memorycardio 2025-05-16 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Sophia looks immediately pleased. "If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask! I'm here to help with anything."

Well. She can't help with the kidnapped-by-fae thing, though.
sine_metu: ([ba] tired)

[personal profile] sine_metu 2025-05-16 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
A firefighter. Great. Not someone who's going to accept an excuse about spilling red wine on himself. Ha ha, clumsy blind man.

Matt thinks quickly and rolls his shoulder a little too far. "Ah, I think maybe some of my stitches popped? I had some surgery before I got taken here."

Not a lie at all. Matt should technically still be lying in that hospital bed except he was forced to move. He can use that to his advantage.

"I don't think our hosts cared about doctor's orders." To be fair Matt doesn't either. This is mostly his own fault.
artfuldawkins: (still a scrapper)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-16 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ain't kept proper count," he admits. "Every day was the same, once we got out there. Occasional change, but mostly just graftin'," he sighs. "Rozzers kept track, but that don't mean I did."
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[personal profile] coolcustomer 2025-05-16 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not sure what there is to be helped with at the moment, other than this whole... kidnapping situation." She really needs to see if any of the others are here, and if so what the plan is. "But I appreciate the offer."
lutin: (Default)

cw execution mention

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-16 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
jesus?

I did not think he was real you know. I thought he was one of the stupid stories in church. are you Jesus?

if you are im not really a thief. or a liar. I hear it is Jesus what executes the likes of me. is it you? but im not a liar if you are. I swear
maritorious: (realization)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-16 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
She looks him up and down. "You're taller'n me."
lutin: (self-loathing smirk)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-16 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?"

Eponine really wants to believe this girl that everything is free, or can be bartered for a song or a flower. But nothing is so easy and simple, surely. And then the girl calls Eponine beautiful, and Eponiine knows that she's lying. Understanding twists Eponine's lips to a self loathing grimace. The girl is making a mockery of her.
Montparnasse has before. He let her dress in the clothes of the women he killed. He let her think she could keep them, until he laughed at her and called her names and made her take them back off.
The girl's doing that too.

Eponine goes to shake her head, but she remembers the soft fabrics. She remembers how the corsets had pushed her breasts up and given her cleavage. She remembers how they had felt like a hug. Like she wasn't alone. And she remembers feeling pretty, for that split second before he'd laughed, she felt pretty.

So even though Eponine knows that Nancy is going to laugh at her and humiliate her, she nods.

"I'd like that, Miss."

After all, a short memory of something nice is better than nothing at all.
artfuldawkins: (school of hard knocks)

[personal profile] artfuldawkins 2025-05-16 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
That caused a moment of silence, as he just looked between them. Yeah, he actually had to glance down to meet her gaze now, not look up. His mouth opened, and then closed, surprised.

"... Yeah, guess I am."
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[personal profile] vertegrez 2025-05-16 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
Contemplating each title, Alicent found that none were familiar, but that surprised her very little in this place where it seemed there was hardly anything she recognised. All that mattered to her, truthfully, was that she wasn't alone in this terrible maze, and whether or not a knight was similar enough to a Centurion mattered remarkably little in the end. "Lady Alicent," she offered, testing the lie on her tongue. It had been true, once, so it wasn't too terrible a lie, she thought. "Thank you for your assistance, it's—" Alicent found herself distracted by the sound of crying again, and by a strange need to investigate. Shaking her head, she finished her sentence, if a bit belatedly. "Greatly appreciated."

That Hazel had experience with such things was a relief, one that washed over Alicent like a wave. "I agree," she replied, almost a bit too quickly. "I don't know that I have a desire to get lost again." Alicent tried to keep herself calm despite her rising anxiety. "I shall follow your lead, I think."
lementeur: (015)

collapsed thread now I think we're safe but just in case—SPOILERS, LOOK AWAY

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-16 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Such a thing might actually be possible, were Maelle to learn the truth. But hearing it from him, now, would only serve to make a mess of the rest of the chaos she's having to sift through.

Without her other memories, it would do more harm than good. Could he help her with those memories? Nothing is impossible, but everything is too big of a question mark at the moment. The risk outweighs the reward no matter how he looks at it. Verso needs time to better gauge the ones responsible for bringing them here before anything else can be done. ]


Right. Of course we will.

[ He doesn't rush the moment, holding her quietly for awhile longer, for his sake as much as hers. When he does finally pull back, just enough to look down towards her, a minute may have passed. Long enough for them to better mask their personal panics, at least. ]

But first, let's get out of this maze, huh?
maritorious: (walk)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-16 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really," she promises. Nancy has no intentions of humiliating Eponine. She smiles warmly, and holds out her hand for the other woman to take.

"Then follow me- it's not a far walk, just a few minutes, and we'll let you pick out any you'd like. There should be time, too, if you'd like, for a bath- or perhaps a shower? It's a lot like standing in a warm rain." It had terrified her, at first, until she realized how wonderful a shower was. She still liked her baths, of course, being able to lounge in hot water now for hours without anyone yelling at her.

"And we'll brush your hair, give you a bit of rouge- oh you'll be the prettiest girl at the party, I'm sure of it!" She giggles a little. "What is your name, miss? I'm Nancy, Nancy Sikes. From England."
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Unseelie

[personal profile] repudiatedbutunbowed 2025-05-16 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
”Blacken our world no further, foul thing!”

With that dramatic shout, Junia summoned the Light to Matt’s aid.

Obviously, he couldn’t see it, but he could feel the heat on his face and smell the scent of burnt flesh as, quite abruptly, a beam of light descended from the sky and blasted the creature into the ground in a shower of sparks.

It wasn’t dead, but it was out of the fight for a few brief moments. Long enough for Junia to catch up with him.

“Are you hurt? I fear we still are not yet safe.”
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[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-16 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"At least you're handsome. It was always going to be touch and go with you."

She can tell him that, too, with her arms crossed like she was begrudging about it.

"Actually, bet you're handsomer'n Jem." Jem, who had been Nancy's first kiss. She knows exactly who she names, and why she mentions him.
lutin: (smile)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-16 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Eponine turns to see Dodger and for once, her face is radiating happiness.

"See, I am to be married. To Marius, my lovely, darling Marius."

She laughs as she turns back and goes towards her fiancé. 'Oh, you have made the choice, Marius, and I am that glad. That bit, she is a cheap, bourgeoise. There are so many girls like that. I will keep you well, I swear."

She laughs and turns back to see Dodger still stood there. "What are you looking at, Sir? Do you stare because my life might be well after all?"
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[personal profile] vertegrez 2025-05-16 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Alicent wouldn't have believed anyone telling her she was radiant and certainly not in this moment, looking as if she might have crawled out from beneath the hedge, but for all she appeared a fright, Alicent was, for once, rather proud of herself. Even if her contribution had been little more silly yelling and waving around a branch, she had done something good, and in recent years, she could count all good things on one hand. The bad, she mused, was as impossible as counting the grains of sand on the beach.

"Oh, you needn't—" Alicent caught herself, offering a smile despite the sound of her father's voice ringing out in the back of her head. "I'm happy to have been able to help," was what she said instead, a compromise between politeness and securing an ally, she hoped, in this strange place. "Clea."

Resisting the impulse to comment her stepping over the rumbled limbs of that creature, Alicent found herself entranced by that simple gesture, the colours, that flash of light. Magic had been a thing of stories, whispered between footnotes in all the books she had read, but never something she ever dreamed she would see and yet there it was. "I should hope not," Alicent replied, amused but it was tempered greatly by how stunned she remained. Even as she reached out to touch the blade and found it to be real, she floundered. "Do you—"

Of course she did. They had been attacked once, it was a foolish thing to think they wouldn't be again.

"Thank you," she amended, now clutching the dagger and praying to the Warrior for enough strength to see her through this. "Shall we find out way out of this maze?"
lutin: (self-loathing smirk)

[personal profile] lutin 2025-05-16 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"A bath?"

Oh, a bath. What Eponine would give for a bath with pretty soaps and smells. Eponine has, of course, bathed in her destitution, but it's a whore's bath with a bit of rag in cleanish water from the well or the Seine, or if she is lucky, a gentleman's found her to be intolerably dirty and made her wash before their encounter.

"Oh, Miss. Please may I have a bath? With soap? I swear, I'll pay it back. I have - well, I have some trinkets you might like?"
From her pickpocketing.

"I'm 'Ponine. Eponine Jondrette. From Paris. Do you really think I'll be pretty, Miss Nancy?"
lementeur: (009)

walking spoiler having a no good very bad day

[personal profile] lementeur 2025-05-16 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
GEIS — un: verso
I don't think they care how cruel they're being. Something of a running theme for those with the power to twist lives for the sake of their own fantasies.
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Ivan | Alien Stage | Dark Court

[personal profile] myshallowemotions 2025-05-16 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ i. Here we go again - pre maze ]

[The thing is he’s not supposed to even be here. At least that was the plan anyway. After the last Spring party, Till was supposed to be sitting the next one out, said he wouldn’t go. How about a quiet night in the castle, just the two of them? Nope.

Ivan looks around the elaborate set up–sulks around is more like it–eyeing the strange pastas he has no interest in (okay, the bright pink one is kind of intriguing and under different circumstances he absolutely would go in for a taste). So yeah, here he is, at another party just waiting for something to go wrong. He can’t even hide it, his usual mask of polite pleasantries nowhere in sight. Till is nowhere in sight either which is just adding to the miserable sense of déjà vu. They just had to go and make it mandatory. It doesn’t matter that Till should be protected by his deal with the Earl. He’s pissed and can be found pacing near the entrance to the maze or off to the side of the unhinged pastas glaring in the King’s general direction.]


[ ii. Feeling on Hedge ] (cw: description of bodily harm, death)

[The last place he hasn’t searched for Till is the maze, so that’s where he goes. It kind of reminds him of the sewers under the slums where he’s from, dark and twisted, the occasional sounds of someone being chased, someone screaming. Coming from an environment like that, Ivan became good at navigating and being stealthy, finding how to escape. Except the maze keeps changing and moving and it’s becoming clear that the adopted aren’t the only ones in here. He just has to find Till before something else does and get out.

Switching up his strategy he takes a left and then another left and almost runs into something on the ground. Looking down, everything freezes, his blood runs cold like being plunged into ice water. There on the ground, is the unmistakable body of Till, dead, bleeding from his neck, so much so that it soaks into his shirt and pools under him, soaking the earth.]


[ iii. Wildcard ]

[ Want something else? Want to plot something? I'm down! Feel free to hmu DM or find me on Plurk [plurk.com profile] theanemone ]
Edited 2025-05-16 18:46 (UTC)
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Henry Sturges | Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter / Last American Vampire |Spring Court

[personal profile] whichisit 2025-05-16 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The Party:

Henry moves through the party, watching the new arrivals, wondering if some of them had the same excitement he did when he first got here; he sees more looks of confusion, though, which can be expected of mortals and humans.

Not that he wasn't surprised when he found himself here, or a tad annoyed, he was, but a long life, any change of pace or location that can bring a new experience or excitement is welcome, as long as it doesn't end with him dead, maybe he would have been okay with that, that November day in 1963.

But he had found the will to live again and wanted to hold on to that.

So he sips from a cup and makes his way through the crowd, mingling with people.

A little on Hedge

Henry tilts his head, studying the table and picking up one of the red shots... if only, but he hasn't eaten or drunk anything since he was turned all those years ago.

He takes a breath and steps into the maze, picking a direction to go.

Right Right:
Content Warning: graphic description of the Kennedy assassination, vampireism, burning vampire corpse

Henry turns the corner and freezes; Abe and John are both there, alive and well; well, as alive as Abe can be as a vampire.

Blood is running down the side of John's face, but it's just a grazing wound, not the gaping hole that was nothing but blood and brain matter.

They're alive, they are safe, they have stopped her.

They are in one of the Union Safe houses in Dallas, and members of the Union and Secret Service are lingering around the door and windows.

Henry runs up to the men, his hands moving over Abe's face; if he could cry, he would, before leveling a look of relief on John.

"You're both alive," he chokes out with relief.

"Of course we are, we're good at what we do, Henry," Abraham says, shaking his head a little.

"The Union did its job just like it always has," John nods.

Henry grips his hand on John's shoulder, "No more convertibles," He says, tone serious, but laced with a touch of humor.

He turns and pulls Abraham into what, for a human, would be a bone-crushing hug, an unneeded breath huffing out of his body.

Wildcard

Bring your own adventure to him!
sod_off: (Spike 70)

[personal profile] sod_off 2025-05-16 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The call of his name got through the fog, as his head whipped towards Diana in a second. It took his brain a moment to catch up to what he was seeing. Watching her, then back to Buffy. Who had smiled and tilted her head. Like she didn't blame him or hate him for failing her. For failing Dawn.

Then back to Diana, his head canting slightly to the side in confusion. Emotions still visible and entirely vulnerable in a way Spike rarely was. "You...can't see her?"
betenoir: (Detached)

another walking spoiler gonna brighten his day 💪🏻

[personal profile] betenoir 2025-05-16 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Geis | UN: Dessendre

Really, Verso? Did you forget your own words? I don't get to lecture YOU about family. Perhaps you will realize you should take your own advice. Because I am not the one trying to escape reality.
maritorious: (nancy)

[personal profile] maritorious 2025-05-16 06:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Aye, a bath," she says, knowing now beyond a doubt that her companion would react in the same ways Nancy had. And, subsequently, would very much enjoy the soaps and potions she had found in the market for hair and body. "I have things now that will make you feel like a princess" She says nothing about being paid back. Really, it might just be enough to see this girl smile and look beautiful.

"Ponine. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl from a beautiful city, or so I've heard- I've always wanted to travel to Paris. You will have to tell me all about it, 'Ponine- oh, no, no need for miss, you can just call me Nancy. And I think you will be very beautiful. Your hair is such a pretty shade!" she reaches out to gently touch a tangled lock.

"Just a bit further, and we'll have you dressed and back to the party in no time!"
diana_abel: (Wary)

[personal profile] diana_abel 2025-05-16 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Her eyes widened, just slightly. Arty used to look at her with the exact same expression. It always broke her heart when she had to say no.

But it wasn't like she could lie.

Besides the fact that she was shit at lying...she also just felt she owed people the truth. An attitude that led to unending trouble, but also revealed exactly who Diana wanted to be.

"No," she said softly, taking a couple of hesitant steps forward, still well out of arm's reach. "I just see you."