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[sad_axe_dreamer]

I don't know why I didn't see it before: I am very sensitive.

I have frittered away enough of my life on the wasteland of fighting and being rowdy. My hands are stained not only with blood but the irremovable life fluid of the wasted talents of my youth. No longer am I Hector of OsitiaNow I am Hector Ravynn Waterfall Cascade Asyrria Tearful (the

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[elimine_grace]

...I presume you must be Lord Hector's double.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

i presume you have a heart in need of healing with poetry, lucius. don't be shy. hamhanded raven is always trampling over your feelings with the draught horse of his manner. you have always been very sensitive and i admire that with my new heart. from the ashes of imperfect hector arrives me, to atone for his sins, and i will help you:

a poem for lucius
by hector ravynn waterfall cascade asyrria tearful ii

why do

birds

suddenly
appear

every time

you are

near

[thatsraventoyou]

... what the hell.

Forget revenge. I have new incentive to brutally murder him.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

there is so much hatred and jealousy in your heart. if only you could learn to love. love. love. however i will teach you. you need guidance. after all, you did understand the true blackness of your being by changing your name from the mundane 'raymond' to 'raven'. you are on the path to enlightenment.

a poem for raven
by hector waterfall cascade asyrria tearful ii

love

love

love.

and cry

but love. fruitlessly.

[great_lord]

What the hell is this.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

you are obsolete.

a poem for my other self
by hector ravynn waterfall cascade asyrria tearful ii

you have

nothing going
for you

not even your face with its
big, dark, soulful eyes

if you cannot talk about your

feelings

[great_lord]

I feel that your poetry is god awful.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

yet you are feeling something. i have... i have succeeded. you may only feel pain right now, baby sparrow, but... so do i. so do i.

[omgstabbity]

You think you are a mighty poet of Ostia? Then write ME a poem, fool! Or else...I'll...CUT you.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

the muse cannot be rushed. nevertheless. something in you calls to me.

a poem for karel
by hector ravynn waterfall cascade asyrria tearful ii

you hurt people
trying to make up for the fact

that inside

you hurt

most of all.

[omgstabbity]

((Something tells me it's a good thing it wasn't an IC!Karel that Hector wrote that poem for. =snerk=))

What is THAT supposed to mean? Are you challenging me? Are you trying to defy my pure awesomeness? That's it, isn't it? YOU'RE JUST AFRAID OF ME YOU STUPID UGLY WHINY FOOL.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

((~snerking deeply~ The words you're looking for are 'messily massacred'.))

oh karel. the problems of a beautiful tortured axe-soldier and a deranged sword saint do not amount to the approximate weight of a hill-shaped pile of beans in this crazy world.

[etrurian_healer]

Um, Lord Hector? Are you well? Oh...I see...you are his double. How foolish of me!

But do take care...I would hate to think that you were hurting yourself in anyway. There are some wounds that even my staff cannot fix.

[sad_axe_dreamer]

there are two priscillas? the world is extraordinarily lucky to be gifted with two such sad crimson-haired flowers as yourselves. yet that just means twice the pained suffering of life.

do not worry, dear priscilla, i am well used to hurt. and there are some wounds that your staff can indeed not heal. i am touched and almost given hope to see that you know this.

*uneasy*

[etrurian_healer]

Oh but my life isn't full of pain or suffering! I'm quite happy the way I am!

Well be that as it may, it doesn't do me any good knowing that you feel pain all the time...

[lordessofcaelin]

You sound so very sad, Lord Hector! I must find a way to cheer you up!

... Vodka always makes me happy if I have a lot of it, do you want some? ♥

[sad_axe_dreamer]

oh, sweet lyn. sweet, sweet lyn. sweet lyn. the world has consumed you and now you drink to take away the pain. i understand, truly.

a poem for lyn
by hector ravynn waterfall cascade asyrria tearful ii

lyn

you laugh at the world
while clutching in your soft hands

its tears;

which taste remarkably
like

jack daniels

[purplebassie]

... you've tasted my tears before? And Jack Daniels?

... you're gross. I don't like you. Where's my real Hector?

[sad_axe_dreamer]

there is no real hector. are any of us real, lyn? i think these thoughts all the time.