[001/003] 'Cause I believe that love is free

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[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?

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LJ is being slow and notifs are lagging, so I apologize for delay ):

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[Sebastian, who is very bad at noticing things for some reason or other, has managed to win himself a grave injury in Emilia's absence. Hence the cane as he hobbles up to her, Aloysius in his free hand]

Oh, I do so love to be wicked. I haven't any wine with me just presently, though it is good to see you. They never say how difficult it becomes to carry things when you have to hobble around. It's very negligent. I think I shall never play croquet again.

That's alright! I blame it all on LJ D:.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[Emilia, being a very nice person hush looks appropriately shocked and horrified!]

Sebastian! Hath this... croquet granted ye this malady so quickly? 'Tis most terrible.

Being wicked is nothing monstrous, simply another tiny vice. [Pause] ...Ist there any wine upon this blessed place?

That is kind of you!

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

Of course. You must help me to the bar. Hold Aloysius?

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

Aye, for you I shallt [And she hols out her arms, awaiting Aloysius calmly.]

...Sebastian, art thou wed?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

[He delicately hands Aloysius over to her] By God, no. I should hope I never shall be.

[yetiwillspeak.livejournal.com]

[She takes him, equally delicately] But do not all wish for the bonds of matrimony?

[fruitbrandy.livejournal.com]

I don't. It seems horrifically dull and not at all fun. I'd like to stay unmarried for forever.