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[ofimmortal-moved]

rochedaemon replied to your post:                — his lap is open for anyone. 

Proceeds to do a lap dance, because fuck expectations.

“I regret nothing.” 

[ofimmortal-moved]

rochedaemon said And he was quick to drop part of a modernized sonnet on Cor. "I love your eyes, and they seem to pity me, knowing I’m tormented by your disdain. In black, they look like mourners at a funeral, gazing at my pain with pretty compassion."

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                    Cor couldn’t help but blink for a moment. watching the blonde male just stare at him for a moment, he was almost confused about why he was trying to pull. Though shaking his head for a moment the man couldn’t help but exhale. “ are you trying to tell me something, if so -- should I be asking more questions?”  he teased a bit, and almost rolled his eyes. “ --- but are you saying you enjoy my eyes or ---- ” 

[wallflowergainsborough]

And he begins with Sonnet 21, "I’m not like that other poet who writes about a woman who’s pretty because she wears a lot of makeup. In his verses, he compares her to heaven itself, and to every other beautiful thing—the sun and moon, the rich gems of earth and sea, the first flowers of April, and all the rest of the precious things on the face of the earth. Since I really am in love, I just want to write the truth, and when I do, believe me—my lover is as beautiful as any human being."

“You too are a fan of poetry?” Aerith smiled widely, tucking a stray hair back over her ear. She approached Roche with dainty steps and with a gentle smile she plucked out a soft yellow lily from her basket, Gently tucking it securely into his jacket. “A beautiful gift deserves one in return”

[badassbarmaid]

And he's reciting the beginnings of Sonnet 18, as if they were always on mind, out loud, to the bar maid of Seventh Heaven. "Shall I compare you to a summer day? You’re lovelier and milder. Rough winds shake the pretty buds of May, and summer doesn’t last nearly long enough..."

Setting the drink down, Tifa’s brow arched as she listened to the stranger speak poetry at the bar. It was obvious to her that he was a SOLDIER, considering his demeanor and the eyes. His words made her uncomfortable, but she refused to show it. 

“That’s lovely. It’s not from LOVELESS, is it?” she asked, praying deep down it wasn’t some elaborate pick up line.

[marcrim]

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when did your muse realize he hit rock bottom ? 

at first i was inclined to say when his fiancée was chosen as a candidate then went missing, but i don’t think that was  ‘ the moment ’ .  i feel as though it was more likely when don corneo started  (   ——  or perhaps when he found out that he was  )  using gas to make the ladies waiting to see him dizzy  /  black out. the basement area in itself does  &  always has unnerved him from the moment he learned of its being there, but i think by the time that he learned of it, leslie was already too deep into his profession and, well ...  MOSTLY  past the point of allowing himself to feel remorse or pity for anything tied to what’s asked of him. it isn’t that he’s heartless  or devoid of the ability  to empathise or feel, but rather, he’s done a lot of bad things and it’s far easier to detach himself from a place of responsibility or emotion. meeting people with good intentions also shakes him;  forces him into acknowledging that from their perspective, he’s the bad guy.  

( upon betraying don corneo, he tries waning himself out of the ‘ criminal ’  lifestyle, but some old habits are hard to shake.  )