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[greatlightother]

[Sveta's back, friends! She's on the deck, dressed as if going to a ceremony. A long white dress whispers around her ankles and her hair falls loose around her face. She looks as if she had been crying once, but has since brushed it off, revealing only a few faint splotches of red around her eyes. She sets the camera down and takes a deep breath.]

Destiny. We're all supposed to have one, yes? We're all supposed to follow it. But I never knew you could change it.

[She holds up her hands to show them. They're covered in a faint white dust which she brushes off quickly, creating a small cloud.]

Chalkdust. [She gives the camera a very serious look.] It might as well be bloodstains. [She reaches into a small purse and pulls out a cigarette, lighting it quickly. Yeah. Sveta smokes. Enjoy that.]

Fuck them. I'm not going back.

[Private to Ardent]

I can erase Destiny. They asked me to erase the Destiny of a young boy.

[Private to Howie]

I'm back. [A soft laugh.] Obviously. He didn't stop me.

[Filtered to Friends]

Give me tonight. Then tomorrow, get me drunk. Or something.

[[OOC: So. Apologies for the Sveta spam again. BUT...Sveta's had a canon update, yay! The details of that will come later! For now, she's just a little freaked out. Also, feel free to spam if you want. She'll be up on deck for a while.]

Comments

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Well, now you're back. I'm sure you're pleased.

[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

It would have been better if Hugo had been able to see me. I hovered by his ear, he complained that the fire had gone out. I knocked over the goblets and plates, he closed the windows. I moved his things, he beat the servants.

What good is being a ghost if you can't haunt people?

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. I've never been a ghost.

[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

You look like one in that gown.

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

We'll talk later, Petronilla.

[damesuccubus.livejournal.com]

Yes, when you take off that ridiculous outfit.

[greatlightother.livejournal.com]

[Sigh.]

Of course.