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realityshifted2010-09-23 06:13 pm
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[001/003] 'Cause I believe that love is free
[My, it has been some time since Emilia last set foot on the Plane. And yet she doesn’t seem to realize it as she drifts on, her cheeks red, her eyes sparkling…]
[…Yes, her husband has just been showing her affection – this is rare enough to deserve a comment.]
‘Tis shameful for my lord to behave so, ‘tis shameful and disgusting and wicked… [But the way that she tucks her hair behind her ear suggests that she doesn’t really mind that, as such, yay attention!]
…I canst not blame him, he ist stressed – suffering from many maladies brought by his cursed fights, his cursed stress. ‘Tis not my lord’s fault that he ist wayward – ‘tis but his path, but his mind dancing tricks around him.
Wicked tricks, aye, but tricks that art wondrous to behold.
[She pauses for a second, tucks back another whisp of hair and then clears her throat – obviously trying to get her composure back… And failing quite horribly.]
Thank the lord for this blessed place. If I were to face my lady, so giggling and common… Why, she wouldst scorn me! Cast me from her service and name me the foolish Emilia, free to all who darest dangle a tail!
[Aaaand that, the risk of the lovely Desdemona’s disapproval, finally sobers Emilia up a little – finally forces her to stop giggling. That Desdemona should look upon her with scorn, treat her like a common whore… Well, it doesn’t bear thinking of.]
I shallt wonder on the matter in time, now seems too dull for such a gods cursed tempest. The matter wouldst please no man.
…Sebastian? Dost thou have wine?
[…Yes, her husband has just been showing her affection – this is rare enough to deserve a comment.]
‘Tis shameful for my lord to behave so, ‘tis shameful and disgusting and wicked… [But the way that she tucks her hair behind her ear suggests that she doesn’t really mind that, as such, yay attention!]
…I canst not blame him, he ist stressed – suffering from many maladies brought by his cursed fights, his cursed stress. ‘Tis not my lord’s fault that he ist wayward – ‘tis but his path, but his mind dancing tricks around him.
Wicked tricks, aye, but tricks that art wondrous to behold.
[She pauses for a second, tucks back another whisp of hair and then clears her throat – obviously trying to get her composure back… And failing quite horribly.]
Thank the lord for this blessed place. If I were to face my lady, so giggling and common… Why, she wouldst scorn me! Cast me from her service and name me the foolish Emilia, free to all who darest dangle a tail!
[Aaaand that, the risk of the lovely Desdemona’s disapproval, finally sobers Emilia up a little – finally forces her to stop giggling. That Desdemona should look upon her with scorn, treat her like a common whore… Well, it doesn’t bear thinking of.]
I shallt wonder on the matter in time, now seems too dull for such a gods cursed tempest. The matter wouldst please no man.
…Sebastian? Dost thou have wine?