[ At the break of dawn, Edward mysteriously stands at the edge of the gardens, taller than usual... almost statuesque. He takes a deep breath, shuts his eyes, and swooshes his very, very long braid over his shoulder
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Like Icarus' quest for the rays of a blinding sun, I too possess the crippling desire to reach for the golden waves of thy maidenly tresses. It shines such that I need not direct Transmutador thy way, for even inanimate beasts such as he instinctively know thy beauty to be the most brilliant thing this world can conjure.
How fiendish! What is this atrocious regard? Upon my oath, it shall never happen again, my lady!
Couldst thou find it in thy kind heart to forgive me my trespass and trust that it shan't happen forevermore? If so, thou may dubbeth me with thy wrench.
How magnanimous of thee, my lady. Of course, the word of a noble son of the House of Elric is not to be taken lightly! Unless we speaketh of my useless lord.
...whoa.
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Doth my ears and eyes deceive, as they take pains to do in thy presence?
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Couldst thou find it in thy kind heart to forgive me my trespass and trust that it shan't happen forevermore? If so, thou may dubbeth me with thy wrench.
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Will do.
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