ataraxion | ♕ 3rd - video

[ elizabeth sits in the grass, with white roses in her hair and her skirts pooled about her. she looks thoughtful and placid to most, and only those who know her passably well may note an undercurrent of sadness in her features. it is there, but not readily apparent unless one has seen and interacted with her often.

her mother's absence and the hell that awaits her family in the future have not been forgotten. they hang like a great weight about her neck, and in the way her shoulders bow a little despite being straight and stiff otherwise. she keeps her eyes averted from the camera for now, as she speaks up quietly: ]

It all began upon a lovely day in spring
A maiden fair stumbled upon a King
Beneath the boughs of a mighty oak
Whilst two boys clutch'd at her cloak

And lo he came upon them there
Stricken at once by the maiden so fair
He gaze'd at her and she at him
Love-struck and helpless to its whim

[ she releases a long breath of air, and finally looks up at her comm device. her face still appears peaceful, as though the words and the act of writing them have had a calming effect. and perhaps they have. she effects a small smile, though, for good measure. ]

I think it a good beginning. What say you, Tranquility? Putting such a tale to words has been a daunting task, indeed.

I shall continue, and add more to it. But I must ask, are there such tales whence you hail from?

[ and if poetry is not your jam, elizabeth has another query. she holds up a plastic container (a stick of deodorant) and a glass bottle (perfume) and various other sundry items she has found. all sweet-smelling, all utterly confusing to a girl from the late middle ages. ]

And I must beg another query of you, if you please: what are these? What purpose have they?

[ anyone who knows her will see that this is only an attempt on her part to distract herself. sitting idle and stewing over the heaps of negativity life loves to send her fmaily's way has never been her thing. ]

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Nah, it's not your fault. It's... it sucks, when people go.

It.. what? I think this is another piece of modern vernacular I am woefully unfamiliar with.

[ she quiets for a while, and sighs. ]

I know that God will take most of my family from me and leave me alone. I.. forgive me if it is too forward, but have you endured the same?

It sucks, it blows-- [ come on spike dig deep into your victorian vocab over here. ] It's... unsatisfactory alright. It's like Hell, only worse. Cause I've actually been through Hell and Space Hell?

Yeah. It's worse.

[ he breathes out once even though he doesn't need the air. ]

I... well. It's. It's not too forward, it's just complicated, you know. I'll outlive most the people I ever meet, supposedly. But on this ship? As awful as it can be, it's like...

It's like the closest thing to Home I've ever had.

[ her expression progresses through a steady metamorphosis from disbelief to shock, and finally horror. she is aghast, and brings her hand up to cover her mouth in shock. ]

You mean you have endured literal Hell? I.. see.

[ actually she really does not. cannot. the implication there id doubly horrifying because of not only what he must have endured, but also what he must have done to endure it. ]

Ah, you are like the elves who live in the Gardens, then? [ but those ears tho. hmmm.

but she can agree with the last statement anyway, and smiles a little. ]

I do prefer it here. I would never have such freedom at home.

[ oh right she probably won't take that so well. he grimaces a little bit then waves it off. ]

It's alright, I'll fix it if I ever get out of here. Which I won't, but it's the thought that counts.

[ and he doesn't sound too upset about being 'stuck' anyway. he tries for a soft smile back. ]

Yeah, I'm like a bloody elf. None of that pointy ear stuff though. [ he has pointy teeth instead!!! ] Old Blighty's not so big on the free thing - at least, it wasn't. Now it's better, I'm told. Haven't been back in a century or so.

What do you mean, you will never leave? Folk come and go all the time. You cannot know the future.

[ she might. unwillingly. but she does not remark upon that fact. ]

Oh.. [ all right, his humour makes her laugh. ] I find myself a little curious. Though you should not insult them so, for they are noble and good.

[ but her smile hasn't vanished, and the reproof is gentle. ]

A century. I cannot imagine living so long, the changes that would occur before my eyes. Did the world change very quickly? Everything down to manners seems so vastly different from what I have been taught.

In the blink of an eye. And it wasn't meant as an insult, alright. They're the only ones on board making booze, gotta stay in good with 'em. [ he flashes a grin. ]

...It'll take some getting used to, but you'll do fine.

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