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Post by glamorousgnome on Dec 4, 2007 17:48:07 GMT -8
A thin and mysterious smile. Andrew set his pint rather gently onto the wooden table and turned with surprise. He expected rebuke, not encouragement, and it delighted him so much that he forgot his miseries for a moment.
He replied with an eager glint to his eyes, "I would never lie to you about such things Tobias. She was rather fine. There is something about her that I can't describe...something unique...that makes me want more, that makes me desire her flesh so terribly that I tremble when I look at her.
You're a man. You're in love. You know what it's like to tremble with want. It starts in your knees and travels upward in shuddering waves until you grasp her face with your fingers and press her lips against your own, and the trembling becomes so unbearable..."
The young man's sea blue eyes glittered with a boyish excitement, awed by something he had known so many times but never fully understood.
"So...unbearable..." He grinned as he imagined her nude English flesh against his own, like a portrait of the classic age, or the Renaissaince, forbidden to be shown in galleries for its truthful obscentity, but always displayed as the most beautiful of all works in the artist's own heart.
But soon the light in his eyes died at the fond memory of their intercourse, and he remembered himself. "I refuse to fall in love with another woman. They are spiteful, two-timing and petty with looks. I despise them all when they're not on their back."
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Dec 4, 2007 23:42:45 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Dec 4, 2007 23:42:45 GMT -8
"My my Andrew, you seem to have matured. Maybe only slightly, but nonetheless, matured." Tobias said after chuckling silently to himself.
"But you know, you cannot keep on thinking that way about women forever. Yes, you have had your share of bad times, but look, you have had way more good times, outstanding times with women. And though they might only be one night romps in your room before sucking the life out of them, who cares! If she is the one you desire, you keep at it. Eventually you will realize, if you have not already, that you do care for her. In your own Andrewish ways, you care for her."
ooc: or the post could have gone something like this:
"Ah, so you only like it when they are on their backs? I thought I knew you Andrew. I thought you were open to all positions. But clearly, by your words, on their backs is the only way to go..."
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Dec 24, 2007 10:27:00 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Dec 24, 2007 10:27:00 GMT -8
"Thank you Tobias, I suppose. But my mind isn't so easily understood as it used to be." Andrew shook his head quickly, tenderly tracing his finger tip around the circle of the glass. The lighting shed eerie highlights through his hair, creating the appearance of the supernatural creature that he really was. "I don't want to care for another woman again. But I desire Seraphina. I desire her. I limp a little still, just a little sometimes late at night when I'm tired and my wounds smart me, but I pace the halls anyway. I wander back and forth, from my door to her door, and I start to think. About my mother. She left when I was five. Just five years old. Because she hated my father, an arranged marriage, and he was cruel to her. Most of all she didn't love him. But just the other evening, I stood on a streetcorner watching the crowds, throngs and throngs of young, innocent mortals carrying their bags and roasts and presents home for the holidays. And I did a double take. Just one quick double take, and she was gone, an old woman standing on a corner, laden with presents and a young bright eyed child holding her hand, and an old man that kissed her smiling face on the lips, practically falling over from the weight of a goose. Then I saw her eyes, made contact with her eyes, and we gazed for one long moment as if we knew each other, but something blocked my memory. I knew her, I knew her well, but when I remembered, I took that double take, and then she was gone from the crowds she came from."
A short and passionate breath escaped from Andrew's lips, his eyes wide with awe in the strange vision that had come to him.
"Sometimes," he began, with the same confused and amazed expression. He shoved the ale glass away from himself and swung his pub stool a little to the side with thought. "Sometimes. It becomes necessary to leave an old life behind, and pursue a new one, to become happy. It sounds foolish, Tobias, but, but, I think I'm in love with Seraphina." He shook his head with awe as a rush of thoughts occurred to him there, overwhelming him with a strange desire for the companionship that he only minutes before denounced.
"It is foolish, but I'm in love again."
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Dec 24, 2007 10:34:54 GMT -8
Post by lions_go_rawr on Dec 24, 2007 10:34:54 GMT -8
Again, Tobias sat in silence and listened to Andrew, thinking of the proper way to reply to his friend. But the answer was obvious to Tobias.
"Everyone needs some sort of love Andrew. You cannot just shun it away from you and expect it to lay dormant forever. It is utterly impossible. At one time, you loved. You got your heart broken, and then felt like you could never love again. You said yourself you do not want to. But this woman, you see something within her. You see a happiness that radiates to you. Hell, I havent seen you happy in ages. But with this Seraphina, you seem like the jolly Andrew who used to joke about which Duchess or Princess he was going to bed that night."
Tobias paused, gathering his words once more.
"If you are truly in love once more, than go ahead and be foolish. Let your feelings free. Its good to be in love, good to have someone to care for."
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Dec 24, 2007 10:44:16 GMT -8
Post by glamorousgnome on Dec 24, 2007 10:44:16 GMT -8
ooc: that was beautifully said
"I have been hurt," Andrew shrugged uncomfortably as his eyes gazed at his friend with a glazed, distressed appearance. Somewhere outside, a man shouted something about the upcoming holidays into the street, and several hounds shuffled past the windows to chase their master, who held a fat, round turkey in his hands. He laughed as they nipped at the edges of the wrapped bird, and he laughed again. Andrew propped his head up on his hand and sighed once more. "I have been hurt by women in all shapes, manners, forms. My mother, B-my previous lover, a girl when I was just a boy who told me that I gave the worst kisses of any boy she'd ever met (could she have been more wrong?) You name her. She hurt me. And so women will rush through my heart with my blood and breath, mixing, contaminating, causing me pain in my veins, forever more.
So it is indeed foolish to love again. But as you say. Freedom." He smiled softly and raised a glass. "I'll buy the next my friend. Thank you."
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