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Liselle wrote:*sighs* no. i cant punish him for not loving me. besides. im sure Daeron is happy to know that joram doenst want me any more.
but thank you for your concern *smiles softly*

hmm thought the process was love a woman, suffer horrible punishment then achieve freedom so you can start looking for another woman hehe.

Getting back to the original question: I ate them.

Laephis wrote:Getting back to the original question: I ate them.

I knew someone was to blame. *scowls*

Liselle wrote:*sighs* no. i cant punish him for not loving me. besides. im sure Daeron is happy to know that joram doenst want me any more.

I thought you and Daeron were going to live happily ever after. I finally realized there was nothing I could do to make you change your mind so I forced myself to lie to you in order to allow you to move on with your life. Your choice of Chaos over Order has only served to reaffirm the hard truth of your decision. I'm sorry if I hurt you dear but, alas, there is no future for the both of us.

[OOC: I'm not that great roleplaying soap opera kind of dramas, can't you tell? Joram isn't the type of character to dwell on things he can't change (neither am I for that matter) so I think I'm going have to pass. Hope you don't mind ]

Bayn wrote:. . . Want me to beat him up? I like beating up Order Guards! *cheery smile*

You wish

Joram Lionheart wrote:... I finally realized there was nothing I could do to make you change your mind so I forced myself to lie to you in order to allow you to move on with your life.

Ooooooooh, Order Guards LIE! You heard it here from the big kahuna himself! Well, well, well, isn't that special? hmm? So much for following the Rule Book. So much for those lily white reputations. C'mon, Joram, fess up now. Do you cheat on the Crown's taxes too? I bet the Royal Tax Auditor is going to be verrrrrry interested in this wee bit of news.

ORDER GUARDS LIE!!!

*rotflmao*

I'm sorry if I hurt you dear but, alas, there is no future for the both of us.

*sniff* That almost brought a tear to my eye until I 'membered you were lying to her. Liselle, good move!

*looks at joram sadly*
fine. if thats how you feel.
*bursts into tears, shedding unknown pain to quiet the beating in her heart*

Bah. Love! Only good for making.

-M

aye. that is good too.
*smiles and blushes*

......And don't forget. There is 2 types of love.
You can love someone/everyone and.......
you can be in love with someone.

Oh....and cant forget the third type of love (a tennis score). hehe

Herakles

Liselle, if you REALLY want Joram to be interested in you, (and I couldn't see why anyone would call that down upon themselves ), all you have to do is get yourself trapped in a deep dungeon, or any local Necromancer-residing-in-Vesper's tower, and cry 'Save me, oh noble Hero!!' and he'll come rushing up to you, smiting this way and that (which is apparently quite appealing to the ladies) and whoosh you off your feet and ride into the sunset!

I bet even if *I* did that, Joram would whoosh me away!

- Marius the Princess
Locked Away in a Dungeon

thats how i met aran dragonblood accually.

point of fact. i have no intention with any other mad but Daeron Hale. i will become Liselle Hale andi will love him untill the day that i die.

and yes joram. i will miss your courting me. it was plesant. but im sorry, i have to turn you down for another man.
im nt going to say better. thats not really very fair. better and worst is a matter of opinion. and to me, daeron is better, and to otehrs, you would be better.
but not for me.

Marius the Princess
Locked Away in a Dungeon

*Sees Romeo gaze up to the balcony to say*

'But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Marius? is the sun'

ROFL

Kasia/Ki'Anna wrote:

Marius the Princess
Locked Away in a Dungeon

*Sees Romeo gaze up to the balcony to say*

'But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Marius? is the sun'

ROFL

The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon Marius's hand,
That I might touch that cheek!


LoL

Art thou gone so? love, lord, ay, husband, friend!
I must hear from thee every day in the hour,
For in a minute there are many days:
O, by this count I shall be much in years
Ere I again behold my Marius!