[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]

Or perhaps it is the talking. You should be singing to them, by every right.

[She closes her eyes for a moment, and the video wobbles.]

Like me! We're alike, you and me! Alike, but differently so!

[iratus]

[Oh. The human is out of her mind. So she's no good to her own kind either.]

To a point. But not as much as you'd care to think.

[hismasterpiece]

We both thirst for hidden rivers. Alike. Alike.

[iratus]

Do we? And what hidden rivers would those be?