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eachdraidh2015-08-01 05:19 pm
huntedby) wrote in eachdraidh2015-08-01 05:19 pm
Unseelie & Hermoine-net Compass
[The device turns on--Vanessa looks...more relaxed, somehow. Her hair is down about her shoulders, a bit wild. From the angle, it seems she is lounging on something. Giving a little smile, she stretches, then speaks, her voice a bit more melodic than normal.]
A wise man once said, "Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel."
I have been thinking on such words. Should we be considered graceful, in the war we make? The battles, the fights...each are bloody. There is something beautiful in it, is there not? In death. In the pale, bloodless wake that is left once life has been completely drained.
[She smiles, a curious, almost mocking innocent look in her eyes.]
Flesh torn, limbs lopped from their owners. The shards dimmed and ripped from chests...and those without becoming fodder for the Void.
Such a trail of dead, all of us do. Such things must trouble your conscious, do they not?
Even if such a thing shouldn't.
[She lets out a sigh, and reaches off camera to grab a glass of wine, before bringing it to her lips, sipping.]
Regardless, I thought I should offer an invitation to strangers and friends alike, to come visit me.
We could have such fun, you and I.
[ooc: if you want more info go here! Log will go up later tonight/tomorrow if you want to participate in that.]
A wise man once said, "Though a quarrel in the streets is a thing to be hated, the energies displayed in it are fine; the commonest man shows a grace in his quarrel."
I have been thinking on such words. Should we be considered graceful, in the war we make? The battles, the fights...each are bloody. There is something beautiful in it, is there not? In death. In the pale, bloodless wake that is left once life has been completely drained.
[She smiles, a curious, almost mocking innocent look in her eyes.]
Flesh torn, limbs lopped from their owners. The shards dimmed and ripped from chests...and those without becoming fodder for the Void.
Such a trail of dead, all of us do. Such things must trouble your conscious, do they not?
Even if such a thing shouldn't.
[She lets out a sigh, and reaches off camera to grab a glass of wine, before bringing it to her lips, sipping.]
Regardless, I thought I should offer an invitation to strangers and friends alike, to come visit me.
We could have such fun, you and I.
[ooc: if you want more info go here! Log will go up later tonight/tomorrow if you want to participate in that.]
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