[he settles in, taking a second to loosen the collar of his outfit; it's warm out here and his clown fits are Not made to live like this, especially when he's the type of guy who narrates with his hands. however, i shall simply die if i try to keep on top of THAT in this tag.]
A rumor once reached the ears of the proud King of Faeries: on bright nights, when its petals were bathed in moonlight, the Moonflower Queen would blossom from a great lily bud. But alas, none had ever seen this rumored royal, for the lily's enchanting scent would lull all but the most willful seekers into a deep sleep before her flower ever bloomed.
The King, desiring her to grant a wish, set out to seek the Queen on a moonlit night. In a quiet grove he found the lily, and steeled his resolve as he took in its scent, lest it put him to sleep before he could ever meet this mysterious faerie. He took one step forward after another... and another, against the haze of the lily perfume clouding the grove. Another, barely on his feet, clinging desperately to the thought of his dearest wish-- when to his great relief, he saw the lily petals begin to part.
[he takes a second there, just letting the sound of the cards fill the space briefly.]
Ah, but the poor, proud King let his guard down-- or perhaps he simply didn't have it in him to resist. So enchanted was he that he fell to his knees before her as she bid him, "Tell me the wish that brought you here."
[and swapping voices:]
"My Queen," he implored her, "your visage haunts my dreams. My dreams, my soul, my world hold no meaning without you! I came to you to pledge my love eternal. Let me dwell forever by your side."
But it was not to be. "You must be dreaming still," she told the King, and he couldn't hope to tell whether it was a dewdrop or teardrop that fell down her cheek. "Dance with me now, but let us part when dawn breaks; the lily scent will lead your heart astray."
So he danced with her, forgetting the passing of time, the inevitable rising of the sun... and after he woke alone, coated in dew, who could say whether it was all a memory or a dream? Who could ever know what wish had gone forgotten...? The Faerie King kept the groves filled with lilies from that day onward, though, captivated by their familiar scent.
[was this necessary, no, but does this explain his taste in stories. yes.]
I suppose you never know who out there needs a good cautionary tale about falling madly in love at first sight! Never works out how they think it will.
[and never stops being entertaining in the process, especially if they do some stupid stuff for love.]
I love surprising people. You're right, I'm completely madly in love with you now. Watch out.
[ but immediately going to look at the card, eyebrows raising. it's labeled at the top and bottom, this one is DREAM and CALAMITY. A great city hanging in midair in a peaceful sky, contrasted with a great beast tearing it down to crash to the ground. The DREAM side is facing up. ]
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I'll take a story. Your choice.
[ starting to shuffle the cards, then. ]
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[he settles in, taking a second to loosen the collar of his outfit; it's warm out here and his clown fits are Not made to live like this, especially when he's the type of guy who narrates with his hands. however, i shall simply die if i try to keep on top of THAT in this tag.]
A rumor once reached the ears of the proud King of Faeries: on bright nights, when its petals were bathed in moonlight, the Moonflower Queen would blossom from a great lily bud. But alas, none had ever seen this rumored royal, for the lily's enchanting scent would lull all but the most willful seekers into a deep sleep before her flower ever bloomed.
The King, desiring her to grant a wish, set out to seek the Queen on a moonlit night. In a quiet grove he found the lily, and steeled his resolve as he took in its scent, lest it put him to sleep before he could ever meet this mysterious faerie. He took one step forward after another... and another, against the haze of the lily perfume clouding the grove. Another, barely on his feet, clinging desperately to the thought of his dearest wish-- when to his great relief, he saw the lily petals begin to part.
[he takes a second there, just letting the sound of the cards fill the space briefly.]
Ah, but the poor, proud King let his guard down-- or perhaps he simply didn't have it in him to resist. So enchanted was he that he fell to his knees before her as she bid him, "Tell me the wish that brought you here."
[and swapping voices:]
"My Queen," he implored her, "your visage haunts my dreams. My dreams, my soul, my world hold no meaning without you! I came to you to pledge my love eternal. Let me dwell forever by your side."
But it was not to be. "You must be dreaming still," she told the King, and he couldn't hope to tell whether it was a dewdrop or teardrop that fell down her cheek. "Dance with me now, but let us part when dawn breaks; the lily scent will lead your heart astray."
So he danced with her, forgetting the passing of time, the inevitable rising of the sun... and after he woke alone, coated in dew, who could say whether it was all a memory or a dream? Who could ever know what wish had gone forgotten...? The Faerie King kept the groves filled with lilies from that day onward, though, captivated by their familiar scent.
[was this necessary, no, but does this explain his taste in stories. yes.]
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She sounds like a bit of a commitmentphobe. Or is just letting him down gently?
[ just like, oh ......... get out of my garden. ]
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[and never stops being entertaining in the process, especially if they do some stupid stuff for love.]
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[ he laughs, spreading the cards out - face down. ]
Pick your card. Whichever one calls to you.
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[sometimes, maybe.
he looks over the cards, contemplating, before finally picking one with a flourish.]
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[ but immediately going to look at the card, eyebrows raising. it's labeled at the top and bottom, this one is DREAM and CALAMITY. A great city hanging in midair in a peaceful sky, contrasted with a great beast tearing it down to crash to the ground. The DREAM side is facing up. ]
Dream and Calamity.
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["this is good right?" asks man looking at card with hot air balloon hitting a powerline-- no, he just has to be this way.]
But you're the one doing the analyzing here, not me. Hit me with it.