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[The Marquis has been mostly absent from the network, his days spent at his desk writing with piles and piles of manuscripts on paper starting to form. The edges of these can be seen around the screen when he appears there, looking conversational. Given his habits of late he is taking a rare, rare break to spend time with you lovely people.]
That was...oddly exhilarating, and I will be the first to say it. No one is particularly fond of being forced to love another person, much less become obsessed with them. However, this struck me more as harmless, flighty admiration. One ought to look to feel that way about someone quite regularly; it adds a touch of color to one's cheeks.
Ah, to be young again, when the beating of one's heart for the simple chance of a look or a smile, much less to know the object of your affection better, was what drove us toward love.
[A chuckle]
Where, I ask, is the fun in that?
Thankfully we all seem to be much cured of it, even my poor Renate.
[Private to Lua]
I suspect the flood turned your eyes toward someone else. If that is the case, then you are all the more gracious than you are credited, cheri, to still provide me the aid that you did whilst I fawned and my words failed me.
[Private to Stildyne]
Are we still pretending that you did not leave me little gifts?
That was...oddly exhilarating, and I will be the first to say it. No one is particularly fond of being forced to love another person, much less become obsessed with them. However, this struck me more as harmless, flighty admiration. One ought to look to feel that way about someone quite regularly; it adds a touch of color to one's cheeks.
Ah, to be young again, when the beating of one's heart for the simple chance of a look or a smile, much less to know the object of your affection better, was what drove us toward love.
[A chuckle]
Where, I ask, is the fun in that?
Thankfully we all seem to be much cured of it, even my poor Renate.
[Private to Lua]
I suspect the flood turned your eyes toward someone else. If that is the case, then you are all the more gracious than you are credited, cheri, to still provide me the aid that you did whilst I fawned and my words failed me.
[Private to Stildyne]
Are we still pretending that you did not leave me little gifts?
