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[mansuetus]

[ lucrezia borgia sits on the swing in the garden, pale blue silks and hair held up against the heat. despite it all, she's all but running on sunshine, not walking on it. ]

a verse!

[ listen carefully, tranquility, it's been a while, after all ]

Set me where the sun burns flowers and grass,
or where he's conquered by the ice and snow:

[ a meaningful look, here. ]

set me beneath his temperate chariot,
where it rises or where it descends:

set me far from fame, or let me be known:
I'll be what I have been, live as I've lived,
continuing my fifteen years of sighs.

[ a hum ]

a bargain, tranquility. I have sighed all that I can for weeks, it would seem. smiles would do better, dancing would be sublime, if you care to join me.

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[northerner]

You've a verse for every day of the week, my lady.

[ MY WIFE is what he wants to say but robb stark, pretending to be subtle. ]

[mansuetus]

And some days I have a dozen for.

[ when she smiles, it's a bit more intimate, something that belongs only to robb because it is something only robb can truly stir in her. and all of the sudden it feels wrong that he is not here with her, wrong for her to be away from him at all when it is their wedding that inspired this in her. his return has made parting from him difficult. in truth, she wants him at her side, wants endless lazy hours to lie in his arms, trace every battle scar with her fingers and her lips and hear tales of them all. ]

I've lost my shoes, I fear! I cannot seem to recall where I discarded them. It's tragic, I may have to stay here forever.

[northerner]

Then surely I shall have to come carry you from it in my arms, and send Grey Wind to find your shoes for you.

[ it's openly intimate, more so than perhaps they should be. but he wants to be tender with her, to make grand promises. so basically, yolo. ]

text;

[stimulations]

I may have forgotten my verses to give you one back, but I believe I still remember how to dance.

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[mansuetus]

I will sing each verse for us to dance to if you shall grant me one. I have missed you terribly.

[ her smile is evident in each word. ]

I am willing to wager you are a fine dancer. all grace and charm.

( voice. )

[carbonite]

... I don't get it. What's the deal?

( voice. )

[mansuetus]

Captain!

[ she's all but scolding. ]

instead of trading grimaces and complains about the weather we will trade in something else. Are you still near the shuttles?

video.

[chambermaid]

And who is verse about, my lady?

video.

[mansuetus]

Us all, naturally!

[ but her smile is a bit impish and gwen's expression is an all knowing one which inspires a giggle from her, it's been terribly long since she laughed. ]

do you suspect it to be on someone in particular?

[vindictam]

People find reasons to dance on this ship?

[ Colour him surprised. But she spoke and sounded like a noble, and he was used to them finding reasons to dance when the world fell apart around them.

Not half of them sounded as sincere as she did though. ]

[mansuetus]

does one truly need a reason to dance? I always thought that one could simply feel inclined to the art. It has never occurred to me as an act one may seek a reason for.

Do you dance?

text.

[look]

Did you write that?

text.

[mansuetus]

if only. I sometimes dream words and poems but they never quite manage to spill from my mind and onto a page.

Petrarca.

voice;

[dilemma]

Lovely.

[ sometimes damon longs for how things used to be. music, dancing, women in beautiful dresses—the whole nine yards. ]

Little warm for dancing, don't you think?

[ where damon was raised in the south in 1865 it was unbelievably hot in the summer with no temperature control so he thinks he can handle it. but he can't speak for lucrezia, so his comment is more curious than anything. ]

voice;

[mansuetus]

Not at all, signore.

[ she does sound a little breathless; but that is perhaps the result of excitement and running around the garden ]

I come from Rome. Its summers are unforgiving yet there are people dancing even in the nights where the air is so heavy one can feel it on ones shoulders.

[voice]

[yardbird]

Well, you're in good spirits...

[voice]

[mansuetus]

And you are surprised, my dear Murphy?

[ there is a smile in her voice. ]

action;

[unforgives]

[emily was feeling a bit restless today and after hearing that the temperatures in the garden were tolerable she decides to talk a bit of a walk there. she is just walking along one of the paths in the gardens before she ends up spotting lucrezia sitting on a garden swing.

out of curiosity, emily decides to approach her if only just for a bit of idle conversation] You look like you're in a good mood. Did something happen?

action;

[mansuetus]

And you look as beautiful as always.

[ it's not an empty compliment, she does find her to be very lovely. perhaps similar to herself, the same golden hair and sweet face. ]

come sit with me.

[ and she moves off the swing to sit on the grass. ]

video.

[braverys]

Smiling is definitely a good thing.

[ Belle smiles herself, looking quite chipper. ]

I can't remember the last time I danced. It must have been at one of my father's gatherings before I left.

video.

[mansuetus]

[ oh belle, you look very lovely and pretty and lucrezia is so fond of such loveliness. ]

That would not do. not for someone so beautiful and graceful. You must come dance with me!

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[consequence]

Kind of racy. [set me beneath his chariot... that rises and descends... uh-huh.]

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[mansuetus]

Racy.

[ there is an obvious question in her tone. an implied what does that mean? ]

explain.

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[stacked]

...sounds like poetry to me.

[ because see, verses are for songs

that hurt to type i just have to say it. ]

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[mansuetus]

Yes, it must, they are one and the same. If Petrarca would not be implied as poetry then I would know the world around me is certainly mad.