“Would you believe me if I told you that I loved you and that I couldn’t stop thinking
about you? What, you think that’s just flattery? I see… let me ask you a question, then.
What size ring do you wear?”
~Eskareon
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------“Watching you walk away is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. When
you’re gone, I entertain my anguish with dreams of you. Your serene smile, your
stunning eyes, your full hair. When you’re with me, I don’t think… I don’t even breathe.
I can only sit there, mesmerized and without feeling, soaking you in through my eyes,
through my ears…
…but It’s when you walk away that I miss you the most. It’s when you say goodbye that
my heart is torn again and again. Every step you take shreds the very fibers of my soul.
Sometimes, after I clutch my chest and catch my breath, I wonder if that would be the last
time… the next time you walk, will I die?”
~Eskareon
“Maria… if I were to find the one lady who fit the glass slipper, I would be dreadfully
afraid to have you try it on because you are ten thousand leagues away and, if the slipper
did fit, I would have to submit that I would not be worthy to dance with the lady who just
magically blossomed before my eyes.”
~Eskareon
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Have you ever been so caught by someone's beauty that you forgot to breathe? Yeah... it
begins to sting after about 30 seconds."
~Eskareon
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"It's the insatiable feeling of loneliness. As I sit here at night and listen to the wind in the
branches, I can only think of how late it is and how distant you are from me. It's nights
like this that I can't help but to imagine that I'm driving that long, winding road to your
house. I can't help but to imagine that I'm walking up to your door... that I'm knocking on
your door. I can't help but to imagine that you're answering my knocking with your
warm, gentle smile and your outstretched hand. I can't help but to imagine that you're
back in my life and that I'm once again holding you in my arms... that you and I are
exchanging soft whispers and secret kisses. But, most of all, it's nights like this, when it's
late and the wind is soft, that I look out my window into the dark evening and remember
how long that winding road is... and how truly distant you are from me."
-E
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Princess: You looked upset, what bothered you?
Peasant: The jester.
Princess: The jester? What was he doing?
Peasant: M'lady, last night you were beautiful, you were stunning, and you were
desirable all at the same time. My eyes were full of you and my mind was laden with
thoughts of you. All I could think about was how much I wanted to be with you... but,
the Jester stood between us, demanding my attention as compensation for his antics... I do
not like the Jester, m'lady, for when he is present I cannot be alone with you. I feel that
he steals you from me.
Princess: ______ (I'll let you decide...)
-E
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Eskareon: And from the night shade of your bedroom came a pulse that created the image
that stopped my heart; there you were, sleeping peacefully, utterly beautiful and without
care for that which naught disturb you... and you were mine.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It's peculiar,
this feeling.
Undeniable attraction,
mutual confusion.
Do I speak? Or,
do I scream?
Do I shake my finger? Or,
do I take the blame?
Regardless of the answer,
one thing I know for certain.
I still adore you dearly,
but you are simply far, far out of my league.
I walk in a vagabond's shoes,
not fit to step into your castle.
I walk awry and astray,
not solid, firm, for your heart.
I am not like the others,
I understand.
I am not perfection,
I am but a man.
So the day will come,
and I'll release my heart.
But I don't expect much,
because it seems we're already so far apart.
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life,
I know you'll be a star in somebody else's sky,
But why... why, why can't it be, why can't it be mine
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I'll be your desire, if you let me.
I'll be your sin, if you dare.
I'll be your everything, baby,
But you've just got to let me...
...because, really, I exist only to make you smile.
"How is it that you can so easily forget the past, yet live as if you remember every
mistake you made?
I cannot forget what has taken place, but I also cannot live as if you mean nothing to me.
Thus, you and I, we're a paradox. Two lovers - one casual, one unadmittedly passionate trying to find ourselves in each other.
What say we just toss everything to the wind and live, right here and right now, in this
moment? Close your eyes... I'm about to show you what true love is all about."