Take you Away

My accusations are based on fact. I would take your ‘romance’, as it were, with Angela seriously were it not a farce. But I still see the chemistry between the two of you. 

You desired to free yourself of your father’s nagging and the pressure he placed upon you. She desired to free herself, for the time being, from the expectations her family holds for her. Your common goal brought you together and concocted this entire facade. You desire another. 

*hums softly* Mild perverse, it may be, but it is still my duty. 

(via tar-clio)

How now, yet again you speak as if it were a farce.  I am no fool to toy with a woman’s heart.  I have heard boasted that they have wrath like no other.  And judging from my sisters, this statement is verily truth.

Aye, the pressures of the family.  The need for a mate due to the travesty of finfolk being unable to reproduce with each other.  And her own pressures.  Which are kindly none of your business for thou are not of close kin or friend with either of us.

And once again, you make intrusion into private thoughts and matters.  To speak of our lives as if they were some mere soap opera available for your own entertainment is quite sickening, if truth be told.

(via cesare-tar)

Because it is a farce. Try as you might, you cannot fool me. If you think me such a fool as to divulge this information unto someone else, then your efforts to dissuade me are in vain. I have no intention of doing so. 

I never once implied that you are toying with her heart, nor she with yours. You are both aware of the deal you made. -^- 

(via tar-clio)

So be it then, you have stated you will not be dissuaded and have made it quite clear.  But may I make the request that you do not post such things on a public board, stating that it is an act?

It may or may not cause some issues within the fortnight…

…What “act” of which do you speak, Muse?

(via cesare-tar)

The act you and Angela cooked up in order to get your families off of your backs. cB

(via tar-clio)

It is no act.  Angela is my “girlfriend,” although I despise such a term.  It creates an inadequate understanding of the depths of a person’s feelings.  She is my most trusted partner and most ideal choice of someone with whom I would spend my time.  

She is clever, funny, intelligent, and a beauty with no match.

Granted, I do believe that you should not be so keen to intrude upon other’s private affairs.

(via cesare-tar)

Aw, you think you can fool me. That’s cute. If I were born yesterday, I might have believed you. 

What else am I to do? I gather my inspiration for love poems from couples that I observe. Love poetry is my domain, after all. 

(via tar-clio)

You accuse me of playing a Thespian.  You make light of the trivialities of my mortal existence.  Merely for the interest of your inspiration?

Then are we not all Thespians, liars, and actors?  Upon the stage of which you chose to set?  You make light of such things, when in truth, they are quite more in depth than you can truthfully imagine.

Also, it is mildly perverse for you to examine people’s personal lives.  No matter what your excuse may be.

(via cesare-tar)

My accusations are based on fact. I would take your ‘romance’, as it were, with Angela seriously were it not a farce. But I still see the chemistry between the two of you. 

You desired to free yourself of your father’s nagging and the pressure he placed upon you. She desired to free herself, for the time being, from the expectations her family holds for her. Your common goal brought you together and concocted this entire facade. You desire another. 

*hums softly* Mild perverse, it may be, but it is still my duty. 

(via tar-clio)

How now, yet again you speak as if it were a farce.  I am no fool to toy with a woman’s heart.  I have heard boasted that they have wrath like no other.  And judging from my sisters, this statement is verily truth.

Aye, the pressures of the family.  The need for a mate due to the travesty of finfolk being unable to reproduce with each other.  And her own pressures.  Which are kindly none of your business for thou are not of close kin or friend with either of us.

And once again, you make intrusion into private thoughts and matters.  To speak of our lives as if they were some mere soap opera available for your own entertainment is quite sickening, if truth be told.

…What “act” of which do you speak, Muse?

(via cesare-tar)

The act you and Angela cooked up in order to get your families off of your backs. cB

(via tar-clio)

It is no act.  Angela is my “girlfriend,” although I despise such a term.  It creates an inadequate understanding of the depths of a person’s feelings.  She is my most trusted partner and most ideal choice of someone with whom I would spend my time.  

She is clever, funny, intelligent, and a beauty with no match.

Granted, I do believe that you should not be so keen to intrude upon other’s private affairs.

(via cesare-tar)

Aw, you think you can fool me. That’s cute. If I were born yesterday, I might have believed you. 

What else am I to do? I gather my inspiration for love poems from couples that I observe. Love poetry is my domain, after all. 

(via tar-clio)

You accuse me of playing a Thespian.  You make light of the trivialities of my mortal existence.  Merely for the interest of your inspiration?

Then are we not all Thespians, liars, and actors?  Upon the stage of which you chose to set?  You make light of such things, when in truth, they are quite more in depth than you can truthfully imagine.

Also, it is mildly perverse for you to examine people’s personal lives.  No matter what your excuse may be.

…What “act” of which do you speak, Muse?

(via cesare-tar)

The act you and Angela cooked up in order to get your families off of your backs. cB

(via tar-clio)

It is no act.  Angela is my “girlfriend,” although I despise such a term.  It creates an inadequate understanding of the depths of a person’s feelings.  She is my most trusted partner and most ideal choice of someone with whom I would spend my time.  

She is clever, funny, intelligent, and a beauty with no match.

Granted, I do believe that you should not be so keen to intrude upon other’s private affairs.

…What “act” of which do you speak, Muse?

…

Also Smith and Cesare have the same hair, just different colors.