macabreprincess (macabreprincess) wrote in 4bidden, @ 2014-10-28 23:16:00 |
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Current mood: | busy |
Entry tags: | #week: 8, &day: monday, *character: drusilla (dropped), *character: jace wayland (dropped), @location: labal village (general), ~thread: abandon |
Changing location...
WHO: Drusilla and anyone who happens to pass by...
WHEN: Week 8, Monday 16th, Night getting close to sunrise
WHERE: Cemetary outskirts of Labal
WHAT: Drusilla has turned into a traveler vampire... musing over recent events she is looking for a place to spend the day...
RATING: UPDATED! NC17, Drusilla has found a new toy...
STATUS: Open, in progress
Drusilla felt mighty pleased with herself. Despite her toy being snatched away just like that. But she'd had her fill, had her fun until she was satisifed. For now.
She hadn't forgotten who she'd had as a toy. Oh no... Ripper Giles. What a lovely gentleman.. and such a sweet toy. Just enough danger and tingly sparkles for Drusilla to enjoy. But she hadn't been at home since. She was used to that, however, and would keep her distance for a time yet.
Which was why she was here. Outside Labal. At a cemetary. It wasn't the first time she'd spent the day at a cemetary and most likely wouldn't be the last. Now she was walking around the graves and mausoleums trying to find a suitable mausoleum where she could break in and spend away from the deadly rays of the sun... She'd already been through the onces for dead children, which she would have loved to use, but they were unfortunally to small... Now she was among the family-mausoleums and hoped for better luck. Daddy Dearest and Grandmama had not only thought her how to have a good game with a toy... they'd also thought her to survive both in posh big houses with many slaves and servants... and when they were out of luck and had to find shelter where you could. Drusilla had learned the lesson well. And had taught it to her boys as well. Her boys... her darling sweet boys... She'd seen them. Together. And she'd missed Spike so much right then.. The companionship they used to have before he turned all wrong... And Arik... Her baby-boy, so sweet and headstrong... She loved them both in her own way.... She'd only looked at them from the other side of the street.
Her mind never resting, she still managed to find a mausoleum that she thought could be suitable, and took a seat outside. Taking Miss Edith out of her bag, she pointed out the mausoleum for the blind doll. "A pretty place to sleep for a pretty princess..."