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Bianca ([personal profile] wormintheglass) wrote in [community profile] hadriel2016-04-01 09:11 pm

Reflect What You Are [video]

[It's not that Bianca hasn't been enjoying the party. She's been everywhere, but fleetingly: pouring drinks, drinking toasts, absorbing the ambience, drinking some more. She has made no effort to take centre stage - till now.

It's during the last days, when everyone is feeling the worse for wear and the riotousness has died down some, that Bianca appears on the network.

She is not on a stage, not using one of the karaoke machines. She's in her house, the lights low, and one of her pet hyenas props her back up while the other acts as a footrest. She has an open bottle of tequila in one hand, and the carcasses of several empties lie around her. When she stares into the video feed, the unfocused look in her eyes suggests that standing up might currently be beyond her power. Her mirror lies on her lap.

Instead of speaking, Bianca starts to sing. Her voice is deep, powerful and true, and she doesn't speak until the song is finished.]

My cavemates. My friends. I fell here from a great ship between the stars, one just as inescapable and dark as these tunnels, just as full of monsters.

It had its own mirror, its own equal and opposing force. I shall not bore you with the tale of the two ships' struggle for dominance, of how I changed sides and fought at my own side for love and redemption.

[She says these words with derisive emphasis, and then smiles.]

I was sure I would die. What does one do, after one's great heroic sacrifice is rejected? After one wakes from the final battlefield to find oneself on another battlefield, ridden by yet more gods and monsters?

[She answers her own question by raising her bottle shakily to take another deep swallow.]

I am Bianca. Tell me, my children, where did you arrive here from? Where is your home?
bekommen: (gimme shelter.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-04-01 10:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Oh. Nick knows this song a little too well. Kennedy used to sing it at open mic night sometimes; sometimes she'd sing it when it was just the two of them, together, alone. Hearing it again, sung by someone else - it's more painful than Nick expected.

A lot of what Bianca says doesn't make sense, or maybe Nick's just a little too far on this side of drunk to follow it. One thing does stick out to her though, through the deadening haze of alcohol:]

What if you don't gotta home?
bekommen: (mad bull lost its way.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-04-01 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I'unno. Never thought about it much.

[Except she does think about it now, and slowly circles around to something she might've picked up on sooner if she were less inebriated.]

So ... is that whatch'er doin'? Askin' 'cause you don't gotta home either?
bekommen: (for fear your grace should fall.)


[personal profile] bekommen 2016-04-01 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah ... I know how that goes. Just 'cause y'live somewhere doesn't make it your home.

[Kennedy used to say something about that, actually.]

I usedta know someone who liked t'say that home's about the people, not really the place.
bekommen: (come over come quick.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2016-04-04 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[A hundred houses? Nick laughs loudly, sloppily. That's absurd.]

Man, no one owns that many houses. Y'r property taxes'd be off the charts. Why'd you even want that many?
bekommen: (tip top ready for the rocket.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2016-04-07 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
Well, you prob'ly got on the IRS shitlist, if that's actually true. Or whatever the IRS is called in other places.
bekommen: (now you've made an offer.)

[personal profile] bekommen 2016-04-28 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, 'course I do ... it's Nick. And you said you're Bianca?