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| Praegorn | September 04, 2004, 09:29:45 PM |
| a root to much evil! | |
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| Serenitee | September 04, 2004, 10:20:51 PM |
| Evil.......Hmmmmmm......~mumbling
softly~.....that little combination thing that he does with his....~blushing
suddenly~...Errrrrrr... Combination Yes...that's the word....~covering her face..shaking her head and laughing as she slinks away~ |
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| Praegorn | September 04, 2004, 10:41:41 PM |
| combination wouldst be like the grouping by association of things. Like lips,and the way they didst make a combination when they....~rubs his cheek absently, feeling still the slight press of them and how they didst cause a stirring blush for him~ | |
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| Serenitee | September 04, 2004, 11:00:16 PM |
| ~bringing to mind the gathering of goosebumps felt on her skin as the night breeze blew gently~ | |
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| Praegorn | September 04, 2004, 11:12:18 PM |
| ~thinking foward to the time when he wouldst be able to teach Serenitee how to ride, remarking quietly at how he could nae seem to think of any thoughts that didst nae include her as of late, wondering at when the next social function might be held, so that he couldst ask her for another dance | |
| Serenitee | September 04, 2004, 11:20:55 PM |
| ~softly chuckles, thinking of the ball Cinderella did attend and discovered her handsome prince~ | |
| Praegorn | September 04, 2004, 11:25:48 PM |
| ~smiles between posts to m'lady Serenitee, admiring her sheer will and determination to play ball here~ T'would seem m'lady that while I might be able to teach ye how to ride sometime, ye might be able to teach me a thing or two as well! ~grins~ | |
| Serenitee | September 04, 2004, 11:32:18 PM |
| ~her
eyes brightening as she thinks of a mutual favorite.....by Shakespeare~
~softly chuckles~....I'm sure Ye remember the one M'lord. |
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| Praegorn | September 04, 2004, 11:39:54 PM |
| ~smiles to hear of her speaking of mutual, a favorite thing for him to consider whenever she is near~ Aye, I know the one well, M'lady. Shakespeare didst well to write that one, which, though it will remain nameless here, only brings poetry to my heart with the guid times that play did feature. | |
| Serenitee | September 04, 2004, 11:48:41 PM |
| Poetry, spoken M'lord......if heartfelt, would surely be my undoing....~smiles softly~ | |
| Praegorn | September 04, 2004, 11:57:54 PM |
| MINE
eye and heart are at a mortal war How to divide the conquest of thy sight; Mine eye my heart thy picture’s sight would bar, My heart mine eye the freedom of that right. My heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie,— A closet never pierc’d with crystal eyes,— But the defendant doth that plea deny, And says in him thy fair appearance lies. To ’cide this title is impannelled A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart; And by their verdict is determined The clear eye’s moiety and the dear heart’s part: As thus; mine eye’s due is thy outward part, And my heart’s right thine inward love of heart -William Shakespeare M'lady, though I couldst nae speak as well as he could, my heart doth
feel the same when I recite these words to ye. ~speaks with humble hopes
and sincere thoughts and wants of nothing more than an eventual undoing~ |
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| Serenitee | September 05, 2004, 12:06:01 AM |
| ~reading
the words, softly sighing, touching her fingertips to her lips, her eyes
glistening not with sadness but with joy..taking up the quill to respond~
M'lord, I have taken to heart Ye words, and will cherish them always....~lifting the parchment to her lips..pressing gently, leaving a pale pink imprint as a reminder of last eve~ ~putting her quill
away for the night~ |
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