RP: Stalking the Stars Characters: Dru, Kara Time/Date: Nighttime, June 29 Location: Roaming around by the gas station Warnings/Rating: Insanity Summary: Dru wonders why the stars aren't real Status: Complete
The snow was mostly gone, though tiny patches hid still in pockets of shadows. She scuffed her slippered foot through one of the snow-slush patches and studied the crystallized ice that clung to her shoe before she shook it off. "Nasty little pixies," she murmured. "Clinging where they shouldn't and making such a mess."
Dark eyes half closed as she moved as if dancing with someone, a long forgotten step she'd known so well in her younger days. Days before the madness. She lifted her arms and laughed as she twirled, seeing things she'd long since forgotten.
"Mummy's gone and left us all," Drusilla whispered. "But where are my boys? Captured and waiting or roaming free?" She laughed aloud and stilled herself, tipping her head as she gazed into the distance.
"All the voices have stopped," she whispered. "I heard voices once before. The stars sang to me, and they've all gone quiet now ..." Gazing up toward the sky, she studied the pattern of the stars and tried to place what, exactly, was wrong with them.