"I Was Looking For Off-Handed Ways to Improve Us..."

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PHOTOFIC ME!

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[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: too many, i think -- and april is the cruellest month. keep warm, m'dear ... *smirks and lifts your hand to kiss the back of it, fingers threading lazily together* and keep out of the sun.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It's not April quite yet -- but I'll try.

Oraios: *peers from under his wings at Wreck*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: not quite breeding lilacs out of the dead land, not quite mixing memory and desire, not quite stirring dull roots with spring rain ... don't let them know. you'll wreck the meter. *shakes his head, and smirks always -- that vague, disturbed smirk -- and tilts his head at oraios* hullo.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

but will it breed maggots in a dead dog? -- I was never very good at metre.

Oraios: *smirks back a little* Whatl are you?

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: conception is a blessing, friend -- *laughs, and puts on his hat again, turning the brim* i? am a lunatic, an indifferent child of the moon. et tu, good fellow?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

But as I may conceive, faith.

Oraios: *folds his wings around himself, to show off how pretty and gleaming and white they are* Ex-Angel.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: look to't. *-- oh -- likes pretty, gleaming things, you know, is a pyromaniac -- and tilts his head to a side, with a smirk* -- did they fire you or did you quit? *sounds like a child -- a brat*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, I shall...!

Oraios: *--likes fire also, he's got cigarettes that smoke even when they're not lit, and he plays with candles and does all sorts of stupid things with it--but claims he's not a pyromaniac at all, of course...!* I quit. There were no perks to the job.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *pyrophiliac?* no perks? you'd think there was nothing higher than heaven -- *reaches idly over, and picks a feather, the audacity (smirking like a boy should smile, a kind of weary delight)* -- tell me. how was the view?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *pyrophiliac, yeah, sure* It's boring. Don't listen to what they tell you about it. -- *snatches the feather back with a nasty look* Don't touch the wings. Necabo te. -- Terra propter nimbum non videre potes.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *with a slight, affected smirk, turning the brim of his top hat* shelley must've got it wrong. art thou pale for weariness, of climbing earth and gazing on the heavens? *an innocent sort of look -- sort of* ego operor non narro latin.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: Dream on. Latine tui foetet.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *chuckles, and pinches the poor ex-angel's cheeks, with a face like this: ^__^* has anyone ever told you, you're very cute?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *low little growl* 'S anyone let you know you're going to be very dead?

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: frequently. and here i am -- even in arcadia -- *head-tilt* doesn't seem to stick, does it?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: Debetis de mora cogitare, ohe?

Soujin: I wrote the story! ^___________^

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *smirks* ergo sum, sweet, ergo sum. *took lessons in latin, but those were years and years ago -- everything's jumbled in his head now and he can mangle language as he pleases*

i saw. ^_^

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: Not for long, you won't be. *flicks his wings tight around himself*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: too long. *laughs, that not right, lunatic laugh* time present and time past, are both perhaps present in time future, and time future -- *fumbling for a match, distracted* time future --

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *reaches out a wingtip and absconds with the match* Satis.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *stops, suddenly, and only laughs*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *quiet little glare*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *sings softly, to himself, peering at oraios as one might seek out a rabbit in hiding* i walk along the street of sorrow ... the boulevard of broken dreams ... where gigolo and gigolette, can take a kiss without regret ... and so forget their broken dreams ...

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *mutters something inaudible, and contemplates pouncing on Wreck to see whether he can scare him that way*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: *isn't so easy to scare, and takes a step closer, perhaps, but sings no louder* you laugh to-night, and cry to-morrow, when you behold your shattered schemes ... and gigolo, and gigolette, wake up to find their eyes are wet ... *takes off his hat, almost gentleman-like* with tears that tell of broken dreams ...