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.004 ♛ [Video] (Backdated To Feb. 10 For Maximum Moe.)

[Filtered to pretty much everyone except for Gilgamesh.]

[This is an unexpected sight. Here sits one usually haughty witch tucking her hair gently behind her ear and looking quite subdued.]

So, I have a personal dilemma with which I'd like to consult someone who might have...more experience.

[God, this is embarrassing.]

It's one thing to gain a man's attention...but say it's someone who is very difficult to talk to. Or better yet, someone you've teased relentlessly.
How would one go about convincing him your feelings have changed?

I want to bring over a dessert for us to share...but at this point he may think I poisoned it.

How can I assure him it's just a strawberry? Any advice would...be appreciated.

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Do you believe so, Madam? Can I hear your thoughts about such tragedy?

It would be a pity if that were to happen, but the fear will be always present, that much I can assure you.

In regards to Romeo and Juliet? Certainly.
The two of them were victims of consequence. First of all, I don't feel Romeo truly loved Juliet as much as he was infatuated with her. Why, when he first saw her, he had just been rejected by someone he claimed to love. So, it was by chance that he met her, by chance that he was attracted to her, by chance their families were at odds. If he were not so impatient and impetuous, he would have been told of Juliet's plan.

Perhaps that's why the fear is always present. Because tragedy lingers so close. A moment too soon and everything is lost.

Quite intriguing, how the same pieces can brought so many different feelings will always please me to no end.

But the way you speak, as if you were to blame Romeo for the outcome. Are you familiar with such kind of tragedy that you see this tale with such eyes?

[ burn baby. ]

[Ouch, Will. You know how to cut to the bone. She's silent a moment before cautioning a reply.]

You could say that I do feel he is to blame just a bit. I simply feel that a man should never speak of love on impulse. It breeds disaster.

I have, in fact been privy to such a thing. Promises made and broken just as easily with no thought to those left behind.

So, you understand my current hesitation.

[ this is the troll he is. ]

Words speaking so careless do lead to such bad outcomes, I do agree with such wisdom.

As for yourself, I do understand, Madam. Your words to speak as someone who suffered for love and it brings such pain to see such. May I ask for your name?

Ah, I never meant to leave you with such an ill taste in your mouth.
Don't feel sorry for me. Everyone is left in love's wake now and again, right?

Pardon my rudeness. My name is Beatrice.

And might I properly ask yours?

Such a beautiful name you do posses, Beatrice. As for myself, I am William Shakespeare, the playwright.

Thank you kindly.

Really? You are the William Shakespeare?

I suddenly feel I've insulted your work without thinking. My apologies.

[ He laughs at that. ]

I am a man that takes kindly what the audience think of my work. If I had told you sooner who I was, perhaps your words would have been different to that matter.

They would have certainly been fewer, I can assure you.

Do not let my opinion of Romeo be a reflection on my thoughts of your writing in general.

I am far more pleased to know that you enjoy my writing enough to give me your honest opinion.

I truly enjoy all of your writing. Enough to study and form an opinion. I suppose that's a compliment in and of itself, hm?

I've always loved a good tragedy.~

As I said before, a playwright lives up to his audience.

Oh, did you have any favorite one of the ones I spend many nights writing?

I'd have to say I rather enjoyed Hamlet.
Ophelia's character strikes a chord with me.
Love drives her to madness and death.

A mermaid, wreathed in flowers, singing and fading.

Ah, the way you wrote it brings tears, truly.

[ Shakespeare smiles a bit at that. ]

"O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!
The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword;
The expectancy and rose of the fair state,
The glass of fashion and the mould of form,
The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched,
That suck'd the honey of his music vows,
Now see that noble and most sovereign reason,
Like sweet bells jangled, out of tune and harsh;
That unmatch'd form and feature of blown youth
Blasted with ecstasy: O, woe is me,
To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!

[She'll gladly clap to the lyrical performance.]

Ah, I prefer her singing.~

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine’s day,
All in the morning betime,
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose, and donned his clothes,
And dupped the chamber door.
Let in the maid that out a maid
Never departed more.

How racy. Did you get many critics in your time for such innuendo~?

The audience was so immerse in my play that they did not protest for it.

Oh, I'm sure no one would dare interrupt.

I'd bet it was talked about, though.~ ♥

It was something that happened all the time.

Oh, I admire you.

You wrote what you felt and to hell with the critics.~ ♥

If the critic is empty and pointless, then I am not obligated to answer to them.

As most critics tend to be, of course.

As enduring as your work is, that philosophy seems to have served you well.~

Thank you so much for your words.

I speak only the truth. I thank you for taking the time to hear them.~

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