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→Seol 23: and Pain
Sep. 2nd, 2009 05:59 pmAstrolabe,
Is this right? Am I the right husband for you? Am I capable of becoming the other half of your heart? Will I be able to make you actually happy -- can I produce "pleasure" in you? Or will I only be able to provide you some fleeting satisfaction when you soothe my pains, paltry pleasures that cost your exhaustion? If I am ill for the rest of my life, will you nurse me, virtuously, until my sadness infects you, too?
Are you really willing to waste your life on someone who is so slow-witted and slow-smiling? Do you really like me, trust me that much?
I really like you and I trust you, and I'm really afraid
I need to work harder.
Seol 22 ← Seol 23 → Astrolabe 14
→Seol 8: Why You Must Understand
Aug. 10th, 2009 10:04 pmPlease, Astrolabe,
We are sick. Remember that. We are all so sick. We do and did terrible things, full of cruelty. But they who do terrible things think they have no choice anymore. We did much evil in the world. Astrolabe, please punish and condemn, but please do not hate.
Please understand pain.
Please try to understand pain, while I try to understand for you.
I love you I think
We are sick. Remember that. We are all so sick. We do and did terrible things, full of cruelty. But they who do terrible things think they have no choice anymore. We did much evil in the world. Astrolabe, please punish and condemn, but please do not hate.
Please understand pain.
Please try to understand pain, while I try to understand for you.
→SS1, Astro/Seol: Chocolate
Aug. 7th, 2009 01:31 amThe mixing bowls at the Aldor Rise inn were very big and very shiny. Astrolabe marveled at her distorted expression; tilting it this way, her forehead shrank and her mouth widened terrifyingly. She looked quite a bit like Helaah. Laughing, she lifted up the bowl and turned it around, showing Helaah the kitchen; was it the way she remembered?
Astro was sure, at least, that when her mother had been an Aldor priestess there had never been anyone here so pale and pink-skinned as that man; she captured his reflection in the bowl to show Helaah, the blurry figure of a dark-haired elf holding out a hand to her, asking smilingly, "That?"
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