[He looks much nicer and even more charming than usual. The hat is gone. He is clearly on the balcony of his apartment again.]
My lady, I have not been able to cease thinking about you for days. I wish to know why you are tormenting me so. Your lips speak soft sweetness; your touch a cool caress. I am lost in your magic; my heart beats within your
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[Guess who didnt get hit with an arrow? Bless you, shunpo]
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That was not meant for your eyes.
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Thy fingers make early flowers
of all things.
thy hair mostly the hours love:
a smoothness which
sings, saying
(though love be a day)
do not fear, we will go amaying.
[[ooc: Thy Fingers Make Early Flowers - E.E. Cummings]]
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That's... a nice one.
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E.E Cummings, one of my favourites. Must be that time of year, spring in the air, all the birds becoming twitterpated [she'll be quoting classic Disney, not that Jarlaxle would know that] the world starting over after spring.
[She sighs heavily at the end. This is turning out to be pretty good fun because she's sure there's going to be some lingering embarrassment over all this in some cases.]
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Oh my, thank you love~ Nearly on par with Sappho's Hymn to Aphrodite or even Shakespeare's Venus and Adonis~
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Though that does not answer my question.
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I don't even know.
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...feeling okay?
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