[Open Post] Titus Langourous

[77th_earl]

Most days, when rehearsals for Cyrano's play aren't keeping him busy, Titus is out riding the trails in the garden or the more-traveled ones in the woods, but on especially warm days, he retreats to the coolness of the library where he's been curling up with the stack of books that the Doctor helped him to find, or with a few odd books of poetry he

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[ofsandandstone]

Here's someone else, who's heading out onto the back porch, just to sit peacefully and enjoy the heat of the summer.

When she spots Titus, she takes the seat next to him, and gives him a smile.

"Hello."

[77th_earl]

He hasn't met Lystra before and, young guy that he is, he can't help doing a double take as he rises to bow to her. "Greetings, madame," he replies.

[ofsandandstone]

He has, actually -- they met in the post where Titus was looking at some very, er, interesting Victorian literature, if the typist doesn't recall.

"Are you out here all alone?"

[77th_earl]

Whoops! Typist memory-fail!

"Aye, there is no one in this corner but I," he replies. "But this time, I am reading simple poetry and not... hilariously unseemly stories." He blushes a bit at the memory of their first memory.

[ofsandandstone]

Lystra giggles and gives him a cheeky look. "What kind of poetry is it?"

Her tone implies that it might be ~dirty~ poetry.

[77th_earl]

"It is rather a mixed selection: some are love poems, some are lyrics," he replies, but he might blush a little at the memory of the last time she found him reading.

[ofsandandstone]

Lystra giggles. "Love poems?"

[77th_earl]

"Yes, they seem to be ones that the author dedicated to his wife, of whom he was very fond," he replies.

[ofsandandstone]

"That's lovely," Lystra sighs. "Is it beautiful poetry?"

[77th_earl]

"It is... rather intricate, and he manages to fit many images into a small space," he says. "Would you care to hear one of them?" he asks.

[ofsandandstone]

"I'd love to," Lystra says, eagerly.

[77th_earl]

He leafs through the book and turns up a page.

"You walk unaware
Of the slender gazelle
That moves as you move
And is one with the limbs
That you have

You live unaware
Of the faint, the unearthly
Echo of hooves
That through your white streams
Of clear clay that I love

Are in flight as you turn,
As you stand, as you move
As you sleep, for the slender
Gazelle never rests in your grove."

[ofsandandstone]

"That was beautiful," Lystra sighs. "He must have truly loved his wife to write such beautiful poetry about her."

[77th_earl]

"Aye, and she must have been a very beautiful woman to inspire such verses," he replies.

[ofsandandstone]

"It must have been just like a fairytale," Lystra goes on.

[77th_earl]

"It must have: I pray that every couple in love has as beautiful a tale of romance," he says.