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i'm so bored. the snow locks me in, and no friends are online. all of my music is boring, books can only hold me for so long because the book i really want to read is lost... gone to some unappreciative harlequin commiserator. the guild i'm in is stagnant and nondescript and the one i applied to has not yet accepted... the inspiration runs dry, like a purged well, and the words that form under my fingertips are meaningless and nonsensical. the scene i try to grasp slips from my mind and then all is lost. azriel, my poor lovely azriel, i cannot do your beauty justice, for is surpasses many... yes, even perhaps the dear Prince. but oh azriel, your fate is unrequited passion. azriel is your name, follower of the sun, full of life and valor! but your occupation is so lowly and yet you are not a mage because you are too free for that. not only that but if you were a mage then all my characters would be magical and where would the spice, the difference be? it's in you, azriel, and you may be my most important character yet... yes, the Prince is luckily predestined to be sure, and elianna cannot fail seeing as she is the star, the belle... but you, fair doomed azriel, are not to be caught so easily in words. i will find you, tricky azriel, i certainly will. when my long-awaited magic comes, then you will be pinned to the page as if by daggers! ha! and then you will be forced to love and remain unloved, be forced to accept your fate. then, my glorious azriel, we shall see what it is that i will do with you.
LadyLilith222 · Sat Feb 17, 2007 @ 01:24am · 0 Comments |
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