*is out on our imaginary beach, running sand through his fingers and daydreaming uselessly*

My--my good brother? My lord duke. I would, an I might, speak to you--?

Sebastian, well, Sebastian has returned from his ocean-going vacation. His hair is tousled and smells of salt, and he can't stop smiling, let us assure you. Well, how would you feel after two weeks on the wide ocean with your boyfriend? Sebastian feels pretty good. And his silly dog is tagging after him lovingly, tongue lolling all over, and he ( Read more... )

Olivia, my Lady! Look here, I pray! Look, can we but find a man of God, thou shalt be freed!

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And now 'tis time for me to seek the company I have so long heard tell of.