OOM: Draco at the castle

[lady_moon]

They step from Milliways onto the sand outside the castle. It's very white. Snow-white. And just as fine and powdery. The ocean laps at the stone walls of the very large building in front of them, and it's unusual because the water isn't blue.

And the sky isn't, either.

Since dawn has just recently broken, the sky is tinged a cool pinkish lavender as the red-orange sun rises. It shines on an ocean the colour of jade, with white foam kissing the waves. Moon smiles at Draco.

"We're the only ones who live on this plane," she explains. "Nothing changes here unless we want it to." Moon points to the battlements of the castle. "I still don't understand why they insisted on battlements. Battlements are for battle and there's no one to battle here."

This is the home of the tarot cards.

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[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco glowered as he drank more.

"I'm right here you know," he muttered.

[lady_moon]

"Yes, you are. But you're pouting."

Moon pours herself a glass of wine.

"It's a bad habit of ours. When Mary Anne came here, we did the same to her."

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Draco just sighed again at that, and sank in his seat some. Finishing his cup of tea, and staring sourly at nothing.

[three_of_swords]

Sorrow tries to engage Draco a little, though she speaks with a weak voice.

"Mary Anne was human like you," she says. "We made her a card."

Conversation.

Anything to try and get rid of that sour look on Draco's face.

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

Good luck there.

"I know. Queen of Swords." he rolled his eyes.

[three_of_swords]

"Oh."

Well.

Sorrow falls silent, her eyes on her cup.

[lady_moon]

Moon eyes Draco, but decides that it is useless to try and talk to him.

He's upset.

So, she just keeps refilling his cup with the tea and brandy, silence prevailing in the room.