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dreamermoa[Her voice is a little ragged, hoarse. She's been crying far too much.]
Mommy...?
Are you there?
Mommy...?
Are you there?
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[Voice;; Locked to Moa]
Date: 2008-08-12 08:46 pm (UTC)[Her voice wavers and cracks just the tiniest bit when she speaks, but she does her best to hide it. Knowing what's going to happen to Edgeworth doesn't have her very happy, you know.]
Are you...alright?...
[Voice] [locked to Mom]
Date: 2008-08-12 08:49 pm (UTC)I...don't know anymore.
...but...I'm sorry. For...doubting you....
[Voice;; Locked to Moa]
Date: 2008-08-12 08:54 pm (UTC)It is...it is alright, Moa. Where are you right now?
[Voice] [locked to Mom]
Date: 2008-08-12 08:56 pm (UTC)Do you still l-love me?
[Voice;; locked to Moa]
Date: 2008-08-12 08:57 pm (UTC)Of course I do, Moa. Now I ask you again - where are you?
[Voice] [locked to Mom]
Date: 2008-08-12 11:16 pm (UTC)Um...in the library...the school one.
[Voice;; Locked to Moa]
Date: 2008-08-13 01:43 am (UTC)[COMMENTLOGWAT]
Date: 2008-08-13 01:46 am (UTC)[She's curled up on the lowest shelf in a corner, books spread around her. They're poetry, and she's using one as a pillow and thumbing another numbly.]
[Comment Log <3]
Date: 2008-08-13 01:50 am (UTC)Hello, little bird.
[Her voice is soft and quiet. She knew what was going to happen to Edgeworth before it happened, but listening to it get played out on her communicator was too much. Though she won't admit it, it's screwing with her head.]
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:02 am (UTC)Hi.
[thumbs at the book.]
None of these books make any sense.
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:05 am (UTC)[She manages a small smile, extending her hand to her. Though she's probably just going to end up picking her up anyways.]
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:09 am (UTC)[takes the hand and sort of crawls out. Settles herself in Integra's lap, even though she's sort of big for that.]
are you okay?
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:15 am (UTC)I am ... I am alright, Moa. Would you...mind if I read to you?
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:19 am (UTC)As long as you don't think I'm stupid c'cause I can't read...
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:27 am (UTC)[She strokes her hair gently before leaning in to kiss the top of her head in a motherly manner. It's probably quite an odd picture, tall, lanky mother and young, tinier child cradled in her lap. Hah. If Linda were around, she'd probably accuse Integra of being a zombie, what with the way she looked right now, skin pulled so taut, worry and weariness blatant on her features. At least Moa set off some kind of tiny spark of happiness within her. She flips to a random poem in the book, simply wanting a distraction and something for Moa to listen to, and she begins reading.]
"Pipit sate upright in her chair
Some distance from where I was sitting;
Views of the Oxford Colleges
Lay on the table, with the knitting."
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:40 am (UTC)[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:42 am (UTC)"Daguerreotypes and silhouettes,
Here grandfather and great great aunts,
Supported on the mantelpiece
An Invitation to the Dance."
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 02:50 am (UTC)[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 03:00 am (UTC)A daguerrotype is an old fashioned photograph. Strange word, hmm?
[She pauses, takes a deep breath, and continues.]
"I shall not want Honour in Heaven
For I shall meet Sir Philip Sidney
And have talk with Coriolanus
And other heroes of that kidney."
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-13 03:39 am (UTC)[leans again.]
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-14 01:23 am (UTC)[She pauses in her reading to look curiously down at her daughter.]
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-14 01:42 am (UTC)[coughs. Rubs the sleep out of her eyes.]
It's sort of like the communicators, only the Protectorate's the only one who posts on it...s'how they get out the news and orders and stuff....
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-14 02:33 am (UTC)[She lightly pets her hair, still looking down at her.]
You have never told me much about where you are from.
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-14 03:13 am (UTC)[glances up at her, sleepily.]
Are you from..."Earth"?
[commentlogs]
Date: 2008-08-14 03:17 am (UTC)London, England, of the planet Earth. It feels very strange to say that.
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-14 04:17 am (UTC)[ponders. Leans. Closes her eyes.]
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-14 10:35 pm (UTC)Can you tell me all you remember about where you are from? [She lightly continues to stroke her hair.] I am very curious.
[commentlog]
Date: 2008-08-15 01:11 am (UTC)[She shifts a bit, cuddles closer. Sleepy.]
Umm...I dunno....