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castle_perraultThe cat; small, lithe, and scared; runs through the aviary chased out by chirping birds, their beady eyes vindictive.
Once upon a time, there was a cheerfully tinkling bell on her collar. Now, it lies on the aviary floor as a trophy to the birds. The entire castle she runs through has a strange feeling to it, like everything is dead. Or asleep, or in mourning.
She finally comes to the throne room. Even cobweb-encrusted as they are, the silk seats are soft and comforting. The musty warmth reminds her of Bonfamille and her pink boas, her soft skin, the perfume she always wears-- always used to wear.
With a soft sigh, Duchess curls into a circle with her tail hanging off the edge of the throne, and tries to sleep.
Once upon a time, there was a cheerfully tinkling bell on her collar. Now, it lies on the aviary floor as a trophy to the birds. The entire castle she runs through has a strange feeling to it, like everything is dead. Or asleep, or in mourning.
She finally comes to the throne room. Even cobweb-encrusted as they are, the silk seats are soft and comforting. The musty warmth reminds her of Bonfamille and her pink boas, her soft skin, the perfume she always wears-- always used to wear.
With a soft sigh, Duchess curls into a circle with her tail hanging off the edge of the throne, and tries to sleep.
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Date: 2016-07-01 06:10 pm (UTC)"...oh. A few months?" She'd only been there a day, and she was already mad with confusion and longing for her children! "...Well. I look forwards to seeing you around the castle, the Batman."