[ There's a gentle laugh followed by another sweet kiss. ]
Completely. However, I am very charmed by all of that. I hope the past life version of myself was also able to read this. If he truly is anything like me, he'd adore them greatly.
That said, it's funny to hear you were the one doing this and not me. I'd taken more of a liking to poetry in the past than you had.
...
I'm sure I'd written you some letters like this during our time in Victoria.
They look as though they were unsent, though you and I already know that we were married then, too. I can't imagine some past version of you wouldn't be nosy enough to get into my personal letters, especially if they were addressed to you.
[Lays his head against Enciodes' shoulder... warm bird.]
You did share a few of those letters with me. It isn't like you to leave anything unsent, after all... and yes, they were quite cheesy and poetic, as I recall.
[ Warm bird. Gnosis is getting kissed right on his temple before Enciodes reclines back. There's a tail around Gnosis' waist -- at this point, he may very well consider it a permanent belt. It's there more often than not, after all. ]
Yes, well, I was never nearly as shy as you were. If I recall, I even read one aloud to you in front of our Victorian dorms. [ A little laugh. ] Maybe I should have some shame?
[It's fine, because Gnosis' fingers are immediately threading with the fur, an instinctive motion that Enciodes should also be used to by now. He's petting the fluff as they talk, though "maybe I should have some shame" makes him groan and roll his eyes.]
Yes, you should. You standing beneath my window and screaming poetry in the courtyard was the single-most embarrassing event of my youth. You couldn't begin to imagine how many hearts you broke that night — I had multiple women in our classes asking me if that was a serious confession or not.
[ Silverash for as old and mature as he might be, still feels like a child enough around Gnosis. Maybe it's to make up for all the time he had to pretend to be an adult as a child, or maybe he truly just needs some amount of wonder in his life, but... uhhhh, chair is now spinning with the both of them in.
And then, very loudly, Enciodes recites a poem. ]
I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope, that there It could not withered be. But thou thereon didst only breathe, And sent’st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself, but thee.
Gnosis is rolling his eyes, but Enciodes knows him well enough: He'll easily be able to tell that the poetry flusters the crane without even trying. That is the eyeroll of a bird who's embarrassed.]
By Kjeragandr... [sighs.] You're incorrigible, you know.
[ There's a light chuckle, but the spinning slows to a stop as he focuses more on nuzzling against the top of Gnosis' head. His tail is flicking a little to keep balance -- he doesn't think the chair will topple, but it's better to be sure. ]
Now, now, that's not fair. I behave myself plenty in front of everyone else. [ A little too well. A little too serious. A little too focused. ] But you can get just a bit of immature absurdity. Maybe in doing so, you'll learn to let loose a bit yourself?
Just because I do not see the need to spout poetry below our bedroom window, [which is now on the ground floor because lab reasons, but the point stands,] doesn't mean I do not know how to let go.
[Gnosis, you haven't let go of anything in your life ever.]
Anything you'd like, as far as I'm concerned. Through all our hardships and experiences we've endured, we've ended up at a point where there's absolutely nothing you could do with me that'd ever make me part from you, my love.
Now, now, no jokes like that. If I'm not allowed to make those comments, neither are you. I suppose you'll have to accept being glued to me for the rest of eternity.
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diplomaticimmewnity) wrote2023-12-24 12:33 pm
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Completely. However, I am very charmed by all of that. I hope the past life version of myself was also able to read this. If he truly is anything like me, he'd adore them greatly.
That said, it's funny to hear you were the one doing this and not me. I'd taken more of a liking to poetry in the past than you had.
...
I'm sure I'd written you some letters like this during our time in Victoria.
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[Lays his head against Enciodes' shoulder... warm bird.]
You did share a few of those letters with me. It isn't like you to leave anything unsent, after all... and yes, they were quite cheesy and poetic, as I recall.
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Yes, well, I was never nearly as shy as you were. If I recall, I even read one aloud to you in front of our Victorian dorms. [ A little laugh. ] Maybe I should have some shame?
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Yes, you should. You standing beneath my window and screaming poetry in the courtyard was the single-most embarrassing event of my youth. You couldn't begin to imagine how many hearts you broke that night — I had multiple women in our classes asking me if that was a serious confession or not.
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And then, very loudly, Enciodes recites a poem. ]
I sent thee late a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee
As giving it a hope, that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe,
And sent’st it back to me;
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
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Gnosis is rolling his eyes, but Enciodes knows him well enough: He'll easily be able to tell that the poetry flusters the crane without even trying. That is the eyeroll of a bird who's embarrassed.]
By Kjeragandr... [sighs.] You're incorrigible, you know.
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Now, now, that's not fair. I behave myself plenty in front of everyone else. [ A little too well. A little too serious. A little too focused. ] But you can get just a bit of immature absurdity. Maybe in doing so, you'll learn to let loose a bit yourself?
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[Do you, though.]
Just because I do not see the need to spout poetry below our bedroom window, [which is now on the ground floor because lab reasons, but the point stands,] doesn't mean I do not know how to let go.
[Gnosis, you haven't let go of anything in your life ever.]
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[ Affectionately reads you poetry then calls you an idiot. They're flirting. ]
...Is this your attempt at sarcasm?
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[Pot meet kettle et cetera.]
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Spins again. Wheeeeeeeeeeee- ]
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Truly insufferable. What am I to do with you?
[kiss him probably, since you're smiling like an idiot about it.]
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Anything you'd like, as far as I'm concerned. Through all our hardships and experiences we've endured, we've ended up at a point where there's absolutely nothing you could do with me that'd ever make me part from you, my love.
...
Apart from killing me, I suppose.
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I just didn't want you to get all pedantic. I'd trust you even with my life, my darling, and I should hope you know that much by now.