Post by Thomas Lucre on Oct 10, 2007 10:24:32 GMT -5
(OOC) Invite only for a pair of special ladies, of course.
(BIC) Tonight was the night.
This dance had gone long enough, and Lucre was given more time to decide than he truly deserved. Sending out his hasty parchments, the two girls that flooded his heart with such turmulous feelings were urged to join him this evening, in the midst of the most gorgeous and mythical flowers to bloom in the moonlight. Whether a girl was faced with the beginning of a new relationship or a hopeful continuance of a long-lasting friendship, they both at least deserved a beautiful end to all this chasing.
Speaking truthfully, Lucre was just in love with Morgan as he was Lurielle. A gambling man would stake the outcome on the flip of a coin, but that would make both the winner and the loser feel like a quarter of a dollar, not to mention nullify the point of him hosting this dance's end in a gorgeous greenhouse such as this. Also, if the outcome mattered so little to him, then he may as well hold it in some lowly pub in Drakborough.
Naturally, Lucre only wanted the best for two whom were so special. Lucre was beset by his actions before him, wondering if he had been more thoughtful, that things might not have come to such a climatic point. He could very well have settled things that breakfast, if he had decided then to run off after Lurielle, or persist in making Morgan his, no matter how embarassed she was of herself at the time. He did this now though, because both girls proved to be more than strong enough to not let heartbreak dictate the course of their lives for long. He knew that both would be happy with his decision, and even if they kept their distance for a while, they would still share an enriching friendship and always cherish whatever feelings that were shared during these few days.
Lucre stood in the moonlight as it poured in through the loft above, sending the lunar flowers around him into a maddening bloom. His hand unearthed a honeystick from his cuff, and he leisurely sucked the bit of honey out while he waited. Regardless of his decision, he resolved to be firm and not bore anyone with details as to why who was chosen. He wasn't going to hurt anyone with phrases like 'I love you', or anything else those flakey halfwits from the Bachelor liked to do with his final two girls. This was something that wasn't even supposed to happen, and Lucre felt partly sick with himself for having put these girls in such a position.
Lucre had no time for regrets. Not now, not with the girl whom he had to break off with, not with anything ever again.
(BIC) Tonight was the night.
This dance had gone long enough, and Lucre was given more time to decide than he truly deserved. Sending out his hasty parchments, the two girls that flooded his heart with such turmulous feelings were urged to join him this evening, in the midst of the most gorgeous and mythical flowers to bloom in the moonlight. Whether a girl was faced with the beginning of a new relationship or a hopeful continuance of a long-lasting friendship, they both at least deserved a beautiful end to all this chasing.
Speaking truthfully, Lucre was just in love with Morgan as he was Lurielle. A gambling man would stake the outcome on the flip of a coin, but that would make both the winner and the loser feel like a quarter of a dollar, not to mention nullify the point of him hosting this dance's end in a gorgeous greenhouse such as this. Also, if the outcome mattered so little to him, then he may as well hold it in some lowly pub in Drakborough.
Naturally, Lucre only wanted the best for two whom were so special. Lucre was beset by his actions before him, wondering if he had been more thoughtful, that things might not have come to such a climatic point. He could very well have settled things that breakfast, if he had decided then to run off after Lurielle, or persist in making Morgan his, no matter how embarassed she was of herself at the time. He did this now though, because both girls proved to be more than strong enough to not let heartbreak dictate the course of their lives for long. He knew that both would be happy with his decision, and even if they kept their distance for a while, they would still share an enriching friendship and always cherish whatever feelings that were shared during these few days.
Lucre stood in the moonlight as it poured in through the loft above, sending the lunar flowers around him into a maddening bloom. His hand unearthed a honeystick from his cuff, and he leisurely sucked the bit of honey out while he waited. Regardless of his decision, he resolved to be firm and not bore anyone with details as to why who was chosen. He wasn't going to hurt anyone with phrases like 'I love you', or anything else those flakey halfwits from the Bachelor liked to do with his final two girls. This was something that wasn't even supposed to happen, and Lucre felt partly sick with himself for having put these girls in such a position.
Lucre had no time for regrets. Not now, not with the girl whom he had to break off with, not with anything ever again.