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paradisalogs2012-10-06 10:34 am
commandsthewind) wrote in paradisalogs2012-10-06 10:34 am
no more dreaming of the dead, as if death itself was undone
Who: Elizabeth Tudor and whoever feels like straying in here.
What: Nightmare plot, which in this case is just how awful the 16th century is to hapless queens.
When: All through the plot.
Where: The back pages of her mind.
Rating: R, for blood, beheading, death, sex, death and beheading.
[Elizabeth herself has fallen at her table, reading a book. A nice enough book for that matter, something silly and senseless.
Nothing at all that reflects what her dreams are about. Welcome to court, ladies and gentleman. 'Tis a merry occasion it seems.
For those taken into this part of dream -- it's not so bad at all, or at least not to start with. In fact the whole of court appears to have come out to this event, the great hall of Hampton is teeming with people. The gold and silver tapestry glitter like fairies wings in the candle light, the clothing of the courtiers is bright with colour, and their extravagant jewels shine so brilliantly. Something not unlike the Masquerade Ball so recently. The ladies with their perfectly made up faces, the men with their elegant manners. There is music playing in the background, and for the most part, it seems to be such a happy and lively place. Banners hang with the emblem of the royal family, the double rose in red and white. It's sewn into the servants clothing, it hangs around the neck of some men and women, carved into the stone and wood in some places, a mark of the gracious hospitality of the host. But what stands out most is they all seem to adore you, bowing to you as you pass as you make your way to whatever is in the centre.
It seems beautiful -- too beautiful. For there is something off with almost off with all of it. Behind their pretty laughter of the women, it sounds so subtly like a snake's hiss. The men smile and their teeth look like the fangs of a wolf. The back of your neck seems to prickle as you make your way through your crowd.
But come, stay a little while? Surely it cannot be so bad? It's just so lovely.]
What: Nightmare plot, which in this case is just how awful the 16th century is to hapless queens.
When: All through the plot.
Where: The back pages of her mind.
Rating: R, for blood, beheading, death, sex, death and beheading.
[Elizabeth herself has fallen at her table, reading a book. A nice enough book for that matter, something silly and senseless.
Nothing at all that reflects what her dreams are about. Welcome to court, ladies and gentleman. 'Tis a merry occasion it seems.
For those taken into this part of dream -- it's not so bad at all, or at least not to start with. In fact the whole of court appears to have come out to this event, the great hall of Hampton is teeming with people. The gold and silver tapestry glitter like fairies wings in the candle light, the clothing of the courtiers is bright with colour, and their extravagant jewels shine so brilliantly. Something not unlike the Masquerade Ball so recently. The ladies with their perfectly made up faces, the men with their elegant manners. There is music playing in the background, and for the most part, it seems to be such a happy and lively place. Banners hang with the emblem of the royal family, the double rose in red and white. It's sewn into the servants clothing, it hangs around the neck of some men and women, carved into the stone and wood in some places, a mark of the gracious hospitality of the host. But what stands out most is they all seem to adore you, bowing to you as you pass as you make your way to whatever is in the centre.
It seems beautiful -- too beautiful. For there is something off with almost off with all of it. Behind their pretty laughter of the women, it sounds so subtly like a snake's hiss. The men smile and their teeth look like the fangs of a wolf. The back of your neck seems to prickle as you make your way through your crowd.
But come, stay a little while? Surely it cannot be so bad? It's just so lovely.]
no subject
[Her voice is quiet, but resolved. She's been preparing for this for a long time. Since word of the rebellion broke out. It was only a matter of time.
His words make her glare sharply though.]
That would only imply if I was trying to usurp it at all. I don't want the blasted position. It's just blood and death. [The guards stop in front of a cell in time, and the both of them are thrown into it together. It's freezing in their, bone chilling cold.]
no subject
I believe you. Just checking.
[He conducts himself was as much grace as one can when you're being thrown into holding to wait your own execution. He resists the cold (shut it off, shut it down, body's only transport) and turns his gaze to the room, absorbing information.
Dryly, after a minute or two:]
Though you've gotten plenty of blood and death without it.
no subject
That's because I am next in line. Even though I did nothing my would be allies still decided to rise in my name. Now they've doomed us all.
[She studies the walls, counts the minutes. It's not the first time she's done this, after all.]
... I'm sorry you've been dragged into this. I don't know how you became part of it...
no subject
Not anything to be done about it now.
so sorry this took so long!
Eventually the guards come back. Snatching them both back up again. ]
Her, first. She's of blood, Her Majesty insisted. [one guard drags her out. She's still not fighting. The remaining guards turn on Sherlock, grinning with it.]
Let's have no fight lad, we can make this nice and simple, clean death and all.