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[heloise]

For such tender wings to grow forth in place of wounds; as the anemone blossoms from the spilled blood of fair Adonis.

I only wish-- [ would it be selfish to wish thus even after-- ] I could only wish I had departed in the arms of one who loves me, like Adonis in the embrace of Venus, that I may recall his divine face even now.

Player Name: Pandora
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Character Name: Lucrezia Borgia
Character Fandom: The Borgias

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[greenjacketed]

[ sounds like bloody poetry. bloody tragic poetry, at that. ]

Wounds, ma'am?

[heloise]

[ She always did love her tragedies. ]

The sort to remain under the skin.

And how did you depart, my lord?

[greenjacketed]

[ a rough laugh. ] I'm no lord, my lady. And I was about to board a ship when I woke up here.