[always voice ROFL he knows and he prefers to keep it that way]break_onthruSeptember 14 2011, 15:19:10 UTC
[Okay, he can kind of relate to the rebirth thing. But that's nothing he really wants to tell a stranger. So non sequitur it is!]
Welllll, you know, I'm not so good with songs, but I think I remember a nursery rhyme or two.
[Which he will now share with you, as the throat being cleared indicates, in a strange halting, half-sung lilt. Which isn't quite as dreadful as advertised.]
...The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a... hot summer's day~. The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts...
[What's the rest of it? It's been a long time since he's spent time dwelling on ditties for kids.]
The Mad Queen said, off with his head! [...Er.] Off with his head! Off with... his...
Why do they teach these things to children, I wonder?
[maybe it is!]sonvisageSeptember 18 2011, 22:25:36 UTC
He was an idiot, then. I certainly wouldn't die for anything. Let alone tarts.
Oh, I don't know about that. I'm up to my ears in melancholy, but the existence of my heart is a question for the ages.
Not everything should have to end in bloodshed. Yet so many of these stories do. [What stories, you ask? This stack of books right here that you ...cannot see.]
[...he does like forceful women >_>]break_onthruSeptember 19 2011, 16:19:19 UTC
The more important question is whether you'd kill for tarts, I think. I always assumed that's what made the Mad Queen mad. Silly thing to kill someone over when she could just make more, hmmm?
I firmly believe the heartless don't feel sorrow. They have no need for it. [Snerk.] It's why I'm always so cheerful.
[<_< welp. she does like guys with white hair. and has a weakness for blind guys. and trolls.]sonvisageSeptember 19 2011, 17:10:32 UTC
Why kill for something I could just take? No need for bloodshed when persuasion works just as well.
[Or have someone else make more. She's awful at baking.]
Is a heart like a garden, then? Does it bloom into being where only emptiness once was? What would one water it with, I wonder? Tears? No, I suspect not. They wouldn't have those without a heart.
[kwjnfkjde (yay)]break_onthruSeptember 26 2011, 15:57:59 UTC
...As do I.
[He should be grateful he can see light at all, but soft blurs are not quite as satisfying as a sharp stream of sunlight through a window could be. More things he didn't appreciate until they were gone.]
Mmmmm. That verse I'm not familiar with. Buuuut I was never one for the scholarly pursuits. Those are more befitting to nobles, at least where I come from. You recite it well, my dear.
[Even though it makes him sadder somehow, despite words that seem passionate and cheery.]
[ joy! horror! what even!]sonvisageSeptember 26 2011, 22:27:28 UTC
[A laugh. It's light, but it ends in a slightly melancholy sigh.]
I can't recall the poet, but there's the verse, whether wanted or no. What do you pursue in a book if I might ask?
I used to make a living doing just that. I must have half a hundred poems to my employer. And several hundred more to my friend. [He wasn't always both.]
[who even knows!]break_onthruSeptember 27 2011, 21:26:12 UTC
[Oh, there's a question with no good answer. He could lie, but fudging through conversations about things he can't actually do has ended poorly for him in the past.]
I'm afraid my singing is just dreadful. Even worse than my dancing! Still... lovely song.
[It reminds him a tad of his own world, just the style and the... stuff. He's not very musical, truthfully.]
Soooo, is that a common practice here? Taking the day you arrived as your "birthday," I mean.
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There was a boy by the name of Quatre. He's vanished into the mist but he left a song or two behind. I...
...mmm. I'm not sure. I'm inclined to say no. But since I don't know exactly how old I am, or when I...
...as far as I'm concerned, my life started here.
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Welllll, you know, I'm not so good with songs, but I think I remember a nursery rhyme or two.
[Which he will now share with you, as the throat being cleared indicates, in a strange halting, half-sung lilt. Which isn't quite as dreadful as advertised.]
...The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, all on a... hot summer's day~. The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts...
[What's the rest of it? It's been a long time since he's spent time dwelling on ditties for kids.]
The Mad Queen said, off with his head! [...Er.] Off with his head! Off with... his...
Why do they teach these things to children, I wonder?
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[But she's thinking about cutting off heads now, and hat do you know, it's a painfulpleasant memory of Priscillawatching with Remus.
Before.]
I suppose they have to learn sometime.
[So. Familiar. And she's glancing toward the precarious stack of books behind her.]
...didn't he return them? The Knave? He made a vow. I wonder if he upheld it in the end.
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...I think perhaps it's both. You can't have melancholy without a heart, can you? Although you can certainly have madness without either.
[The mention of children learning that sort of thing. That hurts a little in his chest area, around the heart he often claims not to have himself.
He will avoid commenting on that.]
I don't remember any vows. I only recall it ended in bloodshed.
[As many things do.]
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Oh, I don't know about that. I'm up to my ears in melancholy, but the existence of my heart is a question for the ages.
Not everything should have to end in bloodshed. Yet so many of these stories do. [What stories, you ask? This stack of books right here that you ...cannot see.]
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I firmly believe the heartless don't feel sorrow. They have no need for it. [Snerk.] It's why I'm always so cheerful.
[...He sighs.]
Too many stories do, in general.
[It's kind of been the topic on his mind lately.]
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[Or have someone else make more. She's awful at baking.]
Is a heart like a garden, then? Does it bloom into being where only emptiness once was? What would one water it with, I wonder? Tears? No, I suspect not. They wouldn't have those without a heart.
I wonder what that says about me~
All these books and...
...not all of them were terrible, I remember.
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...I think it might. And it can wither and die just as easily. It needs juuuust the right amount of sun, you know.
[He hesitates, just for a moment, then forges on, with a slightly more serious tone.]
I'm not sure what it says about you. But if you didn't have a heart you wouldn't be wondering at all.
Even the darkest of tragedies usually have a few rays of light.
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I remember sunlight.
[Softer still, and then a little louder. Full of pause as she recalls and trails off...]
Light of the Sun? Life of the Sun. Oh happy, bold ...companion. Whose golden laughters round me run, making wine of the blue air. With...
...with wild-rose kisses everywhere.
Mmm. Well, then you're about as sure as I am.
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[He should be grateful he can see light at all, but soft blurs are not quite as satisfying as a sharp stream of sunlight through a window could be. More things he didn't appreciate until they were gone.]
Mmmmm. That verse I'm not familiar with. Buuuut I was never one for the scholarly pursuits. Those are more befitting to nobles, at least where I come from. You recite it well, my dear.
[Even though it makes him sadder somehow, despite words that seem passionate and cheery.]
Heh. Then let's be uncertain together, eh?
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I can't recall the poet, but there's the verse, whether wanted or no. What do you pursue in a book if I might ask?
I used to make a living doing just that. I must have half a hundred poems to my employer. And several hundred more to my friend. [He wasn't always both.]
If you like.
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Nothing. I don't pursue books at all.
[He does make an effort to say don't, not can't.]
Call me an unlearnéd slouch, I suppose!
...That's a lot of poems.
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That's not a proper name.
Do you pursue poems, then? I wouldn't object to reading another. Maybe I could find something about tarts.
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How about Xerxes Break? Is that proper enough, hm?
Well, I wouldn't say I pursuuuue them. But if I came across some, I don't think I'd run in the other direction. Are tarts a popular topic in poetry?
[Maybe he's been missing out.]
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[Any other day and she might be all systems troll, but not so much this day.]
It's a start. I don't think my proper name is very proper at all, so you can call me Iolanthe if you like. Miss Silk if you don't. Or something new.
Depends on what kind of tarts~
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