*snorts derisively* Hel? She is not my maiden of the moon. I don't know what she is to me, but she is not the one whom I desire above all else. Why do you think I keep referring to this woman as my moon goddess? She's so beyond my reach, so far away from me, that I know innately the only thing I can have to call my own is her gracious smile upon me.
*still totally pinning her, isn't he? totally oblivious, and brings his face closer so that their noses foreheads are nearly touching* Now tell me, dear Roxane, do you feel helpless and useless? That's how I felt on this very couch, being pinned down by a goddess and snogged against my will.
But the moon is merely a mirrored orb, reflecting back the sun's own, perfect light... And she wishes - I'm sure she wishes - that the sun would see his -own- light, and not judge by hers...
*murmurs faintly* And helpless, perhaps; but useless? You seemed to have a very strong use indeed to her...
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*continuing from where we left off then?*
*snorts derisively* Hel? She is not my maiden of the moon. I don't know what she is to me, but she is not the one whom I desire above all else. Why do you think I keep referring to this woman as my moon goddess? She's so beyond my reach, so far away from me, that I know innately the only thing I can have to call my own is her gracious smile upon me.
*still totally pinning her, isn't he? totally oblivious, and brings his face closer so that their noses foreheads are nearly touching* Now tell me, dear Roxane, do you feel helpless and useless? That's how I felt on this very couch, being pinned down by a goddess and snogged against my will.
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*murmurs faintly* And helpless, perhaps; but useless? You seemed to have a very strong use indeed to her...
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