005 ♰ video/action for Violet City (she's slowly becoming Lion with Cherrygrove.)

[fathersbeloved]

[The inn room is poorly lit, probably just whatever light from the outside that could get through the curtains. Darjeeling the Houndoom can be seen lying at the bed's feet, just beside the owner of the pokegear.

Beatrice looks like she hasn't had a good night sleep in some days, even when she woke up 5 days ago. Her eyes are puffy, but there is no evidence of crying. She does look rather upset.]

Good night... I... just wanted to tell everyone I am awake... and that I am fine.

[She pauses, struggling with something inside...finaly, she frowns, and looks away for a moment.]

I wish to ask to you, all of you who might know the answer... could you please tell me, what is a son? How... how does having a son feel? Please...


[The feed cuts abruptly.]

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[fathersbeloved]

Painful...? Why should it be...?

[Her lip tremble, she's trying not to cry again. SHakes her head, calming herself to answer the next question.]

I am only myself. Do I know you?

[dead-black-eyes.livejournal.com]

Because having a son...

[He pauses.]

It... implies giving birth, right?

[He bites his thumb and looks like there's more he's not saying, appearing to be rather uncomfortable for several seconds.]

I thought we did. You're... Beatrice, right? The Golden Witch, likes chess, very easily offended...?

[fathersbeloved]

Giving birth...?

[Her expression looks pained for a moment.] N-no, I... I meant having a son in your arms. Being a mother.

[Lets out a small, slightly amused smile with the last question.] I am not the Golden Witch, she is her own person... I am Beatrice, a human.

[dead-black-eyes.livejournal.com]

I suppose it depends on the mother... one might say that the pain of labor had grown to pleasure and love, while another might say that it had grown into more pain.

[His voice is hollow and soft.]

You look uncannily like her. Is there a reason for that?

[fathersbeloved]

Is there a chance of... of feeling nor love or hate? What about sadness? Curiosity...? Though I admit, I know nothing of love or hate, so I wouldn't know...

About Beatrice... she is a witch that has lived a thousand years. Her soul is inside me. Maybe that is why?

[dead-black-eyes.livejournal.com]

Why do you know nothing of love and hate? And how is Beatrice's soul inside you when she spoke to me not that long ago?