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[teetheyes]

Vnthrifty louelineſſe why doſt thou ſpend,
Vpon thy ſelfe thy beauties legacy?
Natures bequeſt giues nothing but doth lend,
And being franck ſhe lends to thoſe are free:
Then beautious nigard why dooſt thou abuſe,
The bountious largeſſe giuen thee to giue?
Profitles vſerer why dooſt thou vſe
So great a ſumme of ſummes yet can'ſt not liue?
For hauing traffike with thy ſelfe alone,
Thou of thy ſelfe thy ſweet ſelfe doſt deceaue,
Then how when nature calls thee to be gone,
What acceptable Audit can'ſt thou leaue?

Thy vnuſ'd beauty muſt be tomb'd with thee,
Which vſed liues th'executor to be.

Chin up, bitter singles, even Shakespeare got pissed that Marlowe got ass.

Comments

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Fit is probably an understatement.

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You two haven't been sword training have you?

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Do you think she would.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

She kicked my ass in a round of sportsmanship, why not.

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[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I'd like that!

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You'd like her to kick my ass again?

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

No! I'd like to spar with her!

Private;

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Oh that's better.

Time's almost up, I'll be there soon. I hope I don't capsize.

Private;

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Um. Don't.

//On time!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[For once, but he's still hanging out like a wallflower in the back, dressed in gray jeans and a button down white shirt under his leather. This is called 'dressing up' for Blue.]

//On time!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[playing and spots him, is he smiling behind the trumpet? He's wearing...red]

//On time!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Hopefully a handsome dark red and nothing garish! Meaning Rose probably had to pick those clothes out. He looks... impressed behind his sunglasses.]

//On time!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

[grin and playing, nothing horrible or garish, just smooth and red. He finishes his second set and grins, getting down off the stage]

//On time!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[And secretly hoping Blue doesn't trip on the steps, blue supposedly being linked to his luck and all...]

How's it going?

//On time!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I feel funny.

[gives him a kiss anyway]

//On time!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

But you look good.

[Tipping his chin for a kiss.]

//On time!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

You think so?

//On time!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Stand back, studying studying...]

Yes, but I wouldn't do it often. You look happier in blue.

//On time!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you think so.

[arms around his neck]

Thank you for coming.

//On time!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Kiss to an arm around his neck.]

I promised, right? When do you finish?

: //On time!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

Another set and I'm finished. Do you want a drink?

//On time!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You don't sound bad at all.

Will you join me?

//On time!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

The chord changes are simplified for Harry.

Of course I will.

//On time!//

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Are you treating me?

//On time!//

[playstheblues.livejournal.com]

They're free.

Talent drinks free.