[accidentally intentional video]

[bloodwaif]

[After several false starts and out-of-focus to focus blurring, the journal's camera focuses on the body of a small, dead bird, and the bare white hand that is gently stroking it.]

He has no more flute now, to sing his fire. Soon all will be fire, or so he sang to me.



Player Name: Sazzles
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Character Name: Drusilla
Character Fandom: BTVS

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[bloodwaif]

Milady! Aren't I the quality, then! [She gives a curtsy, and the journal bobs with her.] I do love a major, but the minors capture my heart, they do.

[She begins humming in thin tones what might loosely sound like Bach's Double Violin Concerto in D minor. Sort of. An Indie version of it, at any rate.]

[greenjacketed]

[ maybe she's new; maybe she bumped her head; maybe she's from one of those odd-talking worlds. ]

And you, miss? I'm supposing you've got a name. Everyone's got a name. Even if it isn't his own.

[bloodwaif]

Lady Nightingale. It flutters, that name. I like it ever so much.