WHAT ON EARTH IS WRONG WITH ME WRITING THESE THINGS? IF YOU DON'T WANT THEM, YOU SHOULDN'T ASK...!
He catches the courtier (name, there's no name, what name, has he forgotten a name, and a name, and a name) running his fingers (whose fingers) over a length of lace that looks like something, and smiles, upside down ish. The somebody looks back a little backwards, and Hamlet touch-finger-kiss-touches his face (once, twice, when). He doesn't know where his (Horatio) is. He needs to touch-finger-touch-touch-kiss (have) something solid.
Orsino, this is that Antonio That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy; And this is he that did the Tiger board, When your young nephew Titus lost his leg: Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state, In private brabble did we apprehend him.
...He loves Lucifer. It's--peculiar. Lucifer is going up to earth to do some hunting of mortals and eating of their souls, and he needs a special raiment for it, and has none, so Oraios, who is vainvainvain, pulls out feathers from his wings and makes them into a silk robe for Lucifer, because he is utterly in love with him. Isn't that ridiculous? ...COMPETITION, BEELZEBUB.
it's not something well-behaved young ladies should aspire to -- he's a lunatic, you know -- ! or rather he's a werewolf. or rather he's both, and he quoted hamlet a lot. (that's how you know he's crazy.)
ooooh. ^___^ i can't wait to read about him, then.
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.
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.
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Date: 2006-03-29 03:45 am (UTC)He catches the courtier (name, there's no name, what name, has he forgotten a name, and a name, and a name) running his fingers (whose fingers) over a length of lace that looks like something, and smiles, upside down ish. The somebody looks back a little backwards, and Hamlet touch-finger-kiss-touches his face (once, twice, when). He doesn't know where his (Horatio) is. He needs to touch-finger-touch-touch-kiss (have) something solid.
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Date: 2006-03-29 03:58 am (UTC)...
...oooohhhhh.
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Antonio/Titus.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:03 am (UTC)*runs away*
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...Zara, I dreamt up a demon and I /love him/ and I desperately want to play him on DF, but I caaaaaaaan't because I dreamt him. XD
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:04 am (UTC)...
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So it's like Carlotta, then. XD We should start a club.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:07 am (UTC)...
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Can we? XD DesperateCrackdreams? --I think his name is Oraios, but he won't chose between that and Aspros.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:13 am (UTC)That took the Phoenix and her fraught from Candy;
And this is he that did the Tiger board,
When your young nephew Titus lost his leg:
Here in the streets, desperate of shame and state,
In private brabble did we apprehend him.
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...XD XD XD Aw.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:30 am (UTC)...
...Okay, fine, to-morrow.
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...We think Oraios. It means 'prettiest', and since his Sin is Vanity, that's rather fitting.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:36 am (UTC)...
...Just like Lucifer's. :D :D :D ...shut up, Beelzebub.
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Date: 2006-03-29 04:40 am (UTC)...
...He loves Lucifer. It's--peculiar. Lucifer is going up to earth to do some hunting of mortals and eating of their souls, and he needs a special raiment for it, and has none, so Oraios, who is vainvainvain, pulls out feathers from his wings and makes them into a silk robe for Lucifer, because he is utterly in love with him. Isn't that ridiculous? ...COMPETITION, BEELZEBUB.
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Date: 2006-03-30 03:43 am (UTC)i like your dream!demon, though. he sounds so silly and vain, like fluff and angel feathers. :D
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Date: 2006-03-30 07:17 pm (UTC)His name is definitely Oraios at this point. He is. I'm writing about him. *facepalm*
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Date: 2006-03-31 01:37 am (UTC)ooooh. ^___^ i can't wait to read about him, then.
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Date: 2006-03-31 02:30 am (UTC)...ohdear.
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Date: 2006-03-31 02:44 am (UTC)wreck: *takes off a top hat and bows, as a gentleman (or an actor)* hello, sweet ladies ... hello.
^___^
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Date: 2006-03-31 03:05 am (UTC)Oraios: *peers from under his wings at Wreck*
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