Forge Contact II

[priscilla]

You've reached Priscilla. Please leave your message as you prefer. I will absolutely return your contact, especially in the case of business concerns!

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I'm sorry I left that terrible message up for so long!

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[priscilla]

There's one story I read. About a girl who goes to stay with a beast in his castle surrounded by roses. And at first she's afraid of him, because he's... well, because he's scary. But he learns from her, and she learns from him.

...it's a romantic story, really. In the end, he changes into a prince because he loves her.

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I'm not that naive, Irene. I don't think he's going to turn into a prince. But I can try to um. Quiet the beast, a little.

But.

Promise me that if he gets to me... if he turns me into a beast instead... promise me you'll slay me. Just like any monster.

[halcyonthird.livejournal.com]

[Quiet the beast. And softly:]

A little.

...

[The sound of surprised laughter. It's soft, unchecked, and fueled by buried fear.]

I promise I will make every attempt. But we both know that you would kill me in an instant. I am not even an afterthought to ...that Priscilla.

[priscilla]

I don't know that. You survived the last time.

I like to think there's a reason for that.

[halcyonthird.livejournal.com]

[Besides mere chance? Or cowardice, even? Perhaps.]

You're right. There are always reasons.

[Even if they aren't good. Or make little sense at the time.]

[Truth be told, I'd rather take his head, if I were able. Although, if I were I'd likely stay my blade at your word.]