hismasterpiece: (fake it so real)
Drusilla ([personal profile] hismasterpiece) wrote2012-03-09 08:33 pm

1. A Spring Decoration. Still Image | Written

[The journal clicks on at the far end of twilight, and the blurring image gradually resolves into a sharply-focused view of a dead fawn strewn with white and purple crocuses. White tea candles halo the little head, which is thrown back. Its tiny thin legs look as though they are leaping across the red-tinged snow.

Anyone who is paranoid about vampires in general -- or who is looking REALLY closely -- might see two tiny, clean puncture holes in the fawn's neck.

The following text soon appears beneath the image:]



I have made a spring picture. Everything melts and runs, and the ground is thirsty for secrets. And empty of them.

[So writes a vampire who is homesick for tombs and crypts and graveyards. This place is so barren of them. It won't do. Won't do at all. Still, she is pleased to have made this beautiful art out of a much-needed meal. Angelus would be pleased, too.]
screwthegods: (quietly to himself)

Re: [written]

[personal profile] screwthegods 2012-03-16 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
The things that feast on the fallen. Then you have helped to usher spring in for them, by making such a picture?
screwthegods: (are you ready?)

Re: [written]

[personal profile] screwthegods 2012-03-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yet the seasons will change without the interference of any being. Certainly death comes without such assistance, to things both beautiful and not.

Why is it your place to step in?


[So says the god who has held the title of Heaven's assassin for centuries.]
screwthegods: (this smile isn't a happy one)

Re: [written]

[personal profile] screwthegods 2012-03-17 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Then you act not only on your nature, but your own desire.

What will you do here, however? This world defies death.