the lady of shalott.

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[soft singing. he's upside down, with a large red flower covering his mouth.]

There she weaves by night and day,
a magic web with colours gay.
She has heard a whisper say,
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down to Camelot.

She knows not what the curse may be~
And so she weaveth steadily.
And little other care hath she,
the Lady of Shalott...

[ooc; lmfaolmfao no not another crazy!sora. xD this is Victorian!Sora. he's kept in a girl's finishing school because the slew of London murders freaked his parents out and sent him here, with his aunt, the headmistress. \o/ so yes, he's dressed like a girl. corset, tamed spikes and all.]

Comments

[thundering-lass.livejournal.com]

Are you a fan of poetry?

[Currently reading some good old Lord Byron herself.]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[pauses, lifts his head from the flower. blinks.]

Uhum... yes I am, ma'am.

[thundering-lass.livejournal.com]

Lord Tennyson is good, but a little too romantic for me.

How do you like Robert Browning?

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

I really like his 'Meeting at Night'.

Your favorites?

[thundering-lass.livejournal.com]

"My Last Duchess" is big on my list. "Porphyria's Lover" is also pretty good.

[ooc: lawlz on using my english major powers to pick out the most sadistic, creepy poems in the world XD Browning forever!]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

'My Last Duchess'. That's one of my preferred poems, although I'm not allowed to read it very often. ♥

[ooc; jsfld you know what shush, i have to google all of this. XD]

[thundering-lass.livejournal.com]

Browning really is much better than most give him credit for. "A Toccata of Galuppi's" is pretty cool, going back to Venice and all that.

[ooc: Sorry, currently doing calculus and looking for anything to get my mind back on my preferred topic :X]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[okay, now is sitting right-side-up, smoothing down skirts and corset.]

You're very intellectual. Are you a professer, ma'am?

[ooc; ew calculus. i'm doing that in two more years, whoo.]

[thundering-lass.livejournal.com]

No, just a reader. When I get sick of the idiocy around me I like to immerse myself in the writings of smarter gentlemen.

Although the idea of me locked in a room with a grouping of small children disturbs me...

[ooc: It's nothing to look forward to, let me assure you.. ]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

Oh. Either way, you're much smarter than any other woman I've met.

[curtsies.]

[ooc; hm, I thought not. D|]

[thundering-lass.livejournal.com]

Oh... well... thank you?

[She then realizes she's she having a civilized conversation with a Sora. Although she remembers, it has been a very long time since she's found someone to converse with about poems...]

I'm leaving now. Good day.

[She then walks off, mentally reminding herself next time she's going to have to attack the Sora if she wants to preserve her reputation as a crazy sadist.]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[rises from his curtsy. blinks after her, but goes back to sitting normally, although seeming a bit embaressed.]

[acresofhunny.livejournal.com]

What do those words mean, Sora?

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[quiet gasp, leans down and blinks eyes.]

Oh, a talking teddy b--... oh!

Let me guess, are you Pooh Bear?

[acresofhunny.livejournal.com]

That's me. [happy pooh bear smile!]

[everthorned.livejournal.com]

[beams.]

I've read all of your stories... and... hm.

Those words are in a poem. It's about a girl that was in a tower, and she heard people say that if she didn't come down, something bad would happen to her.