Scene 4 - And yet no further than a wanton's bird

[tender_juliet]

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tybalt1 what whitchery canst this be/ cousin i beg thy help1

[ooc: Cursed, obviously. And not doing so well typing with a beak.]

Comments

[deadlesbian]

...Having problems?

[deadlesbian]

Well, here's hoping the City doesn't make me a liar.

Or we could always see if a kiss doesn't break the curse ;)

[tender_juliet]

were that my love at my side, i should put to test at once.

[deadlesbian]

Oh. Your love. Of course.

[tender_juliet]

my pledge is given, i wouldst not take a kiss from any other. though thy offer is all kindness.

[deadlesbian]

Ahhh, good old Victorian morals.

[tender_juliet]

'tis not a question of morals, 'tis one of love. how can i turn my back upon my heart, when the very day i left my home, i did wait upon the word of my-

i beg thy pardon, good lady. i dare speak no more on it.