Toss 6
Mine heart breaks and long for warmth.
But, what tender warmth it desires eludes this mind.
Tis but a curse this day. Yet such knowledge does not comfort. Nor end weary thoughts.
The dice doth be tossed in this affair. To wait on baited breath to land.
Twas and tis and shall be mine nightmare.
[ooc: Mat is cursed to recognize that he is cursed but be unable to do anything about it. Also, he is love-sick without realizing it. Any ladies...hell men too (I don't mind torturing him)...want to be the love he is searching for?]
But, what tender warmth it desires eludes this mind.
Tis but a curse this day. Yet such knowledge does not comfort. Nor end weary thoughts.
The dice doth be tossed in this affair. To wait on baited breath to land.
Twas and tis and shall be mine nightmare.
[ooc: Mat is cursed to recognize that he is cursed but be unable to do anything about it. Also, he is love-sick without realizing it. Any ladies...hell men too (I don't mind torturing him)...want to be the love he is searching for?]