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[Audio] ♉ Summoner: Take advantage of this high.

[Audio feed kicks on with a rather lewd sounding gasp that rolls into his first words.]

Nnghh~ya know what's really great?

[The words are pretty much oozing with a wide lipped smile.]

Me. You know what's greater than me? [Another purposeful pause.]

All of you~ How are all of you by the way? Beautiful, wonderful, yes, those are things that I would hope to be true. Oh? Me? Did you want to know how I was? You're too kind!

[A chuckle with an audible intake of breath and sighed exhale.]

I'm fantastic. And do you know what is also fan-tas-tic?

Flying! Any of you ladies or gents care for an invigorating race? Heh, well, and for those without the ability to fly, I'm sure we can think of another strenuous activity to pass the time. Go a little hog wild on the curmudgeon knob and bring in some wicked sinister pleasantries.

[His speech is a great deal faster than usual, energy seeming to just leak out of every word.]

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No. I do not need to apologize.

[Being bold is important! No apologies! Horns and heart if the bull!]

Well, as you say, Lysunder. If that is how you feel about it.

My true-love hath my heart and I have his,
By just exchange one for the other given;
I hold his dear and mine he cannot miss;
There never was a better bargain driven.
My true-love hath my heart and I have his.

[YEP]

NO.

[Aaaand orange.]

[Oh yesssss.]

His heart in me keeps him and me in one;
My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides;
He loves my heart for once it was his own,
I cherish his because in me it bides.
My true-love hath my heart and I have his.

[Lips pursed, just staring at his screen wide eyed, pupils shrunk and face getting gradually more copper.]

[Don't mind him, just placing his hand on his cheek and leaning on his elbow.]

You are unbelievably precious when you react so.

Really, two words. It shouldn't take any effort at all to say them to her.

[His nostrils flare and he stares for a bit longer before scowling and pointing at the screen.]

Here's your two words! N and O!

Edited 2012-03-27 23:21 (UTC)

Those aren't words, dear.

[And yes, that is his patronizing nickname for him now.]

Since you are such an avid fan of romantic poems, I believe I can recall another, if you'd so wish for it. Custom, for you.

BRING IT.

[He won't keel over or anything.]

Very well. I must remind you that I'm hardly an artist, even of the literary arts, so this may not be as fine tuned as some of the others.

[Ahem. A deep breath, and then he begins to speak, his voice soft and deep.]

I spotted something burning
Once upon a morning cold
Not a torch, not the sun
But a firefly of brilliant gold
His words were quick like flames
And they burned where they did touch
Still we did talk and we did bicker
In the end I was left wanting much

Wanting, not least of all
To see that fool of a bug quiet
No more jabs, no more mockeries
Even if he set my heart a-riot

Yet the words never ended
Back and forth, back and forth
Until one evening with truths tumbling from us
I found myself upon his hearth
Our words were made light
And drink flowed freely
More and more we glanced upon another
And our touches made discretely

[A pause as he breathes in for air and Darkleer runs his hand through his hair.]

That is all I have at the moment. It is still something of a work in progress, I'm afraid.