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Muse is displeased with the turn of events in luceti

Months, mun, months. I won't have proper use of my leg for months because you thought it would be a good idea to throw me at Drusilla. Wonderful.

Don't even start with this is the perfect chance for me to relax and take it easy. You know I get when I can't be active, and see? This is already affecting my ability to sail on the Britannia. Don't think I don't see you smirking over Giles' reaction either.

...Do you think he'd be interested in playing shogi?

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[Nonplussed to say the least, Amelia reaches out to take the necklace and examine it with a critical eye.

It's a fairly tacky piece of jewelry, in her professional opinion. As for magic...well, she really has no idea.

In a soft voice, without looking up from her examination of the necklace:] Dammit, Gin, gotta say...if this is a joke, it's one of your better ones.

/It's not a joke!/

[....And then noticing Amelia is still looking at the necklace, she waves and snaps her fingers to get Amelia's attention.]

/It's not a joke, I swear. It's... it's a really long story. Really long./

[She smiles weakly, realizing she's forgotten to ask the most important question.]

/...How are you?/

[Amelia swats Ginia's hand away with an irritated grumble, more embarrassed that she apparently forgot her sister was mute long enough to forget the courtesies of eye contact than anything else.

Then she passes the necklace back.]

Great. Over the frickin' moon kind of great. After all, I'm going in for my interview tomorrow. And they'd be fucking idiots not to hire me. I've seen some of the work other seamstresses on hand have scraped together. I'm Betsy Ross compared to them.

[Forgiven. Ginia takes her necklace back and clips it back around her neck. She takes a moment to make sure it's in place. There's a small sigh of relief when she hears how her sister is doing. Stressed, but it also means she's alive. Well before anything bad happened.]

Which interview? New York?

[Amelia responds to the question with a good natured eyeroll of sisterly affection.] Of course New York. If there are any other interviews I've been ranting and raving about all week, I'd love to hear 'em.

...seriously, do I have any other interviews scheduled?

No, just New York. [Ginia finds it hard to hide the grin on her face. She knows how it'll turn out; she'll get the internship and take New York City by storm. Or at least a department store or two.]

Remember to come back and visit us sometime, okay? ...Get me tickets for a Broadway show too.

Hey, you know me. [She gives Ginia an affectionate smile.] I'd miss the chance to give you guys hell, if nothing else.

But, hey, don't go begging me for tickets. That's supposed to be your job, when you finally make it big. Get into all the big productions and sneak me backstage so I can fix all the costumes. Remember?

I think Broadway is more Avery's job. Higher demand for actors then dancers, and he's got a voice too. Maybe I'll take over Europe. They still like dancers. [They're all broken dreams, but they feel nice. Maybe in another world, things would have worked.]

You also need to sneak me into all the fancy parties once you become a designer superstar.

Oh, all the fancy parties. You know you're my favorite model, and besides...

[And here Amelia pauses, blinking in a slightly dazed fashion as a thought strikes her. And then she frowns, leaning forward to jab Ginia in the chest with one accusatory finger.] Hey!

[Ginia eeps out of surprise at the sudden poke.] What?

Don't think I don't know what you're doing, Gin. I might have taken way too long to realize it, but I know what you're doing. You're trying to throw me off the scent of that bitch Drusilla, just like you were always doing with those fucking classmates of yours' back at the studio.

[Ginia sighs, arms crossing over her chest and glancing away from her sister. The more things changed, the more things stayed the same. But it was different. Some of her classmates were unbearable and downright cruel, but she bore it all for the sake of dancing.

This was different though. Drusilla wasn't a bully. She was a psycho vampire. But how to explain that to Amelia?

Maybe the beginning. Ginia sighs again, sheds her coat, and lets her wings out.]

...You might want to sit down for this one.

[Amelia's jaw drops.

She just stares for several seconds. Then, apparently moving without conscious thought, she sits heavily.

Ginia probably shouldn't be terribly surprised what the first word out of her mouth is when Amelia remembers how her voice works again.]

Shit.

[She really isn't. It doesn't make it any easier to explain things, but Ginia saw it coming. She manages to smile apologetically before taking her own seat in front of Amelia. Her wings fold back up to rest again her back.]

...I've been living in a village called Luceti. Everyone has wings there, you get them when you arrive. I was just... ended up there one day. Pulled from one world to another. I know it sounds crazy. Really, really crazy, but it's the truth. There's all sorts of people there, I've made so many wonderful friends. That's how I got this necklace, from a close friend.

[Ginia smiles faintly, glancing down. Oh lord, Amelia is going to flip out.]

I had a boyfriend too.

...and your boyfriend had wings too?

How the fuck were you planning to explain that to Mom and Dad? You were planning to explain that you got...abducted into a another goddamn world, weren't you, Gin? Whenever the hell you got back.

[Then, concern coloring her voice:] You...were going to figure out a way to get back, right?

And my boyfriend had wings too.

[Ginia swallows and looks down.] You don't lose any time when you're there. No poke would even notice I'm gone and when I return, I won't remember Luceti.

...Of course I want to return. [A plain lie, because what's left to return to?]

Right. Of course you do. Why the fuck wouldn't you want to see all of us again?

[But then Amelia sighs, running a hand through her hair distractedly before shaking her head.] Except for forgetting your boyfriend. And all your new friends. Including the Jude Law lookalike who made you the fucking tacky magic necklace.

Don't lie to me, sis. You like it there, don't you?

[Even knowing it's just Amelia and she doesn't mean any harm by her words, that she's only trying to understand, her words sting. Ginia bites her lip, feeling like a kid again as she tries not to cry. There's no explaining things, that they're all dead, that there's nothing to return to, that yes, she likes it there despite everything.

She can only nod.]

Hey. [Amelia's voice is sharp but not unkind as she reaches out to take one of Ginia's hands in hers'.] Hey, hey, hey. Cut it out. I'm not...[And here she sighs, her free hand going to swipe at her eyes] ...look, I'm not saying you shouldn't like it there. I'm just...

...don't ever say we won't miss you, okay? Don't ever fucking say that. I don't give a crap if this place only snatches you away from a second or however the hell it works. That's still a second where you're gone and we're not around to help you. And that sucks.

[And here she gives an embarrassed and awkward little half shrug.] But, hey. What the hell. Kids gotta leave the nest sometime, right?

I miss you all. I wish you could join me there. [It feels selfish to say with her alive and on the road to her career. It's so very selfish to say, but she wishes they could be there.] I-I have a nightclub, it's just like Solace Hall. Live music every night. And one of my friends runs a clothing shop and makes all her own clothes and takes requests. Her name is Shiki. You'd like her.

A-and you can meet my housemates.

I probably would. Makes her own clothes and takes request? Hell, I'd be happy to take a bit of the weight off her shoulders. Strictly as partners, though. As long as her work is good, I'd never actually try to muscle in on her territory. Impolite, y'know? Dad did raise me right.

Dad raised us right. [She laughs softly. There's been times when she's wished Dad would show up. She could show him Cloud Nine, they could work together, it'd be like old times. Easier, nicer times.]

I have a boyfriend too. Well... had a boyfriend. He... he was sent home.

[Amelia begins to look quite shocked at this...and then she frowns thoughtfully, tapping one finger against her lips.] Wait...did you actually mention that already? I think you did. That particular bit of gossip just got shoved right the fuck out of my head when you showed off your goddamn wings. [And here she'll give Ginia a glancing and soft smack upside the head.] Jesus, Ginia, are you trying to make me go gray?

[Did so? So she did, but Giles is worth repeating twice. The smack really doesn't hurt at all, but Ginia flinches out of instinct. Oh, Amelia, please don't hurt down Giles in the headspace and hurt him.]

I don't think you'll ever go grey. Look at Mom, she's not going grey, and she had to raise the three of us.

[Too late. Okay, she didn't hurt him. Just backed him into a corner and threatened him. It's nothing Giles isn't used to.]

Yeah, but you were the last of us three. Give it time. I bet it's just a delayed reaction, like a fucking grenade.

...so, c'mon. Spill. Who are you not bringing home to meet the folks by virtue of being off in your own little world?

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