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@felicitywards
It had taken Gilderoy a moment to place the woman. She was a different sort of beautiful when not outside. Felicity. The one who could play the harp. “You heard it too? In your dreams?” He could barely remember it now.
"was I dreaming?" felicity asked with a furrowed brow. "no. I heard that music." she was certain of it. "if you heard it too, then it is certainly not in my head only."
igor looked himself over in the floor length mirror, by the window, out of which he could see nothing. the whole situation was disconcerting and he hadn't wanted to wake felicity early. he had hoped she might not wake at all. "what music love?" he murmured, crossing to the bed. "I hear nothing."
"you did not hear that song? it was a lullaby." felicity asked as she began to stir. she pushed herself to sit on the edge of the bed. it was unlike her to fall asleep in her nice clothes. she stretched her arms over her head and reached up to adjust her hat, but paused when she realized that she was not wearing one. "wh- darling, where are we?"
where; haunted mansion with; open
there was music coming from somewhere. it sounded like a lovely melody right outside the window perhaps. a whisper of a song that kept felicity lulled under the heavy influence of a sandman. it felt like she had been sleeping a long time when the cold feeling of being watched suddenly startled her awake. "where did the music go?"
la lune.
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Pandora shrugged, the question rolling over her and giving her pause for only a moment before she moved past it. “Not really, but I like to believe that he befriended a wolf or a bear or something and simply decided that life among the humans wasn’t for him.” The next question made her pause a few moments longer, silence filling the room as she considered it before finally, she felt comfortable in the answer. “Yes. They belong at the table, just as everyone else does. We aren’t superior to them any more than we are to werewolves or centaurs. We’re all just people.”
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“so you prefer to think that he chose to leave rather than died? interesting.” felicity walked over to a wall holding bolts of sturdy fabrics and crown molds for felt and wool creation. in the beat of silence, felicity grabbed a grey leather and pulled out a yard. “and if werewolves and centaurs are superior to the humans and at more danger for their presence, are they not the ones who should be regulated more harshly and not made to forget the horrors of their past?”
xkilljxy
Pandora’s expression faltered for a moment before she brightened up again. “Yes, when I was little. He went hunting and never came home again. My mum married my stepdad not long after, though, and he’s a pretty good guy.” She shrugged and brushed off the feelings, those lingering ones of doubt and loss that felt out of place to feel for a man she barely even knew, but always crept up when she spoke about her father. “Ambassadors, then, so that our governments can work with their governments and coexist peacefully. It’s the same thing the muggles are trying to do with the Ministry, just get a seat at the table. I don’t find it an unreasonable thing that everyone asks for a voice in the conversation.”
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“do you know what happened?” felicity asked without ever pausing to consider that it might be an inappropriate or loaded question. it was a topic which had become a touch too normalized for her. “and how do you feel about the muggles? do they belong at a table where they do not understand what is being said? they have certainly shown a storied history of violence towards all the rest.”
xkilljxy
“I would be honored.” Pandora’s eyes lit up as she examined the creation on the mannequin head a little closer, grin brightening up her expression for a moment before she fell back again and offered the creation and it’s creator some space. “Mostly to him, but a few to the moon, one to my dad, wherever his soul is.” The question gave her pause for a moment and she hummed, head tilting a bit as she considered it. “I don’t believe anything should be regulated or controlled by someone who hasn’t live in it’s shoes. If the Ministry was hiring werewolves or vampires or centaurs to help counsel them on the best way to shape these things, it might be different, but they impose stupid blanket policies as a form of degradation. That isn’t right.”
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felicity finished her work on this particular mannequin and set the nearly finished work on the counter before taking another head to attach to her stand. she pulled the tape measure hanging around her neck through her finger tips and whipped it with sharp flourish around pandora’s head. “I like when I can see the moon during the day.” it was so out of place. “is your father dead?” she asked and marked the measurement in an open notebook on the counter. “just one representatives for an entire species of people compared to a council of the other? that hardly seems adequate voice. should they not be allowed self-governing? especially when their... culture is seen as monstrous by the outsiders.”
xkilljxy
“Well, I can’t wait to see it when it’s finished, no matter that it becomes.” Pandora took the last sips of her coffee and blew out a slow breath, considering the question for a moment before she shrugged. “Some things are just for me. Though, I suppose I could publish the stack of love letters I have on hand if I run out of stories one week. Or the piece I did on why regulating and controlling magical creatures is counter-productive to nature. I’ve gotten plenty of cease and desists from the Ministry already, what’s one more.”
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“would you like one?” felicity asked as she began to scour through her collection of ribbon and baubles. “love letters to your spaceman or to others?” she asked with no particular judgment but a genuine curiosity. obviously she saw no fault in having more than one lover. “what is your opinion on the regulation and control of dangerous humanoids by the ministry?”
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“Nor am I.” Pandora shrugged a little. She had once been told that she was the kind of smart that could bring a nation to ruin, but the fantasy world in her head held her back. Unfortunate, she thought, that people underestimated pretty girls with minds that worked differently. “It’s lovely so far. Is it for an occasion or a client, or just something for fun? I work when I get bored, too, writing articles and stories that I never end up publishing.”
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“strange.” pandora obviously showed a depth in understanding of both philosophy and literature. then again, there was much of broader society that felicity found very strange indeed. the least of which was a fundamental misunderstanding of the feminine. “it began for a client. I do not yet know what it will end as. these things do take on a life of their own.” she decided vaguely. “why do you not publish them?”
xkilljxy
“Yes.” Pandora didn’t offer anything more, eyes far away and thoughts squarely on her man of space for a moment before she drifted back to the room where she sat, lifting her coffee to drain the rest of the cup. “You know, you are far smarter than most people. Your brain should probably be studied for science. I think transience is as fluid as water, personally. Rules that apply to one thing may not to another, it’s a scale. What are you working on? It looks lovely.”
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“hm.” felicity continued to pontificate on the phrase as pandora did not decide to specify her meaning. “I am not often complimented on my mental acuity.” especially not when someone witnessed one of her episodes. there was something about witnessing your mother die at a young age that made you, well, a little loony. she paused and pulled away to present the work pinned down on the mannequin head. “this is a hat.”
xkilljxy
A light flush colored Pandora’s cheeks, eyes widening just slightly before her expression shifted back to a comfortable neutral with a light smile on her face. “I have a twin flame. He is a man of space, and his shine among the stars fascinates me.” A wistful little sigh left her, and she leaned back a bit in her seat. The cup of coffee rested between her hands and she took another sip. “I do wonder if obsession can ever become love, or if it is always obsession. I must admit that I don’t focus enough on my own obsessions. I am more interested in the obsessions of others.”
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“a man of space?” felicity inquired, intrigued by the odd indication. what could possibly be meant by that? an astronaut? an alien? how curious. she continued the meticulous stitching of her latest creation. “I think that might have to do with your philosophy on transience. can something become something else? or must it end to be something new? does that make them one in the same or obviously different?”
PRISCILLA QUINTANA as Ruby Gale in BASED ON A TRUE STORY, 1.05 - Ted Bundy Bottle Opener
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“Coffee and extraordinary things and space.” Pandora listed off her interested and infatuations by lifting three fingers and wiggling them before returning to her cup, taking a sip with a dramatic sigh and a flourish. “Do you think obsessions are a bad thing?”
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“why space?” felicity asked with passive curiosity. she had a fondness for night time, although all vampires probably did. in particular, there was a harbored adoration for stars, but somehow that never quite translated to space for her. “I think obsessions are different from love, but to claim anything distinctly good or bad is simply uninteresting to me. murder is bad unless said person committed some heinous crime, then it is justice, or rather an unfit leader, then it is revolution or martyrdom. stealing is bad unless someone is starving. law is good until it is used to undermined marginalized portions of society. a cake is good until you eat enough to make you sick.”
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“Do you believe in unconditional love?” Pandora’s eyes didn’t leave the steaming cup of coffee in front of her, eyeing it as if it were a long lost lover before she pulled it closer to her and took a calming sip. “I think I want to marry a coffee plant. It will never leave me and keep me running.”
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“no. I don’t expect that I do.” felicity mused as she stitched a feather in place. “an unconditional love would be obsession which is not love, that is possession. there must always be conditions. standards to meet, whatever variety they may be. are you infatuated with coffee?”
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igor felt as though the world had stopped spinning around him. the moment her hand had been placed on his chest, her fingers splayed over his heart, his breath had caught in his throat. he had thought that he had seen what rodolphus had seen in her, but something about the intensity of her deep blue gaze, staring imploringly up at him, had him re-evaluating everything he had thought he’d known. “I will escort you to them myself.” igor took the hand from his chest, pressed it slowly up to his lips and then pulled her towards the door nearest to them. “this way will be more discreet.”
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felicity had noticed several distinct difference in the two paramours that garnered her attention, but she quite liked the shared brutishness that laid threaded underneath the machiavellian prince and the gentleman who guided her by the hand to a discreet door. “thank you, sir.” as she entered the next room, felicity withdrew from his grasp to pull the glove from her hand. she had always been a messy eater and hated to ruin her nice fabrics. “which one?”
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