Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2015-01-09 12:42 pm
theresalwayshope) wrote2015-01-09 12:42 pm
25} there is unrest in the forest, there is trouble with the trees, or SCREW IAMBIC PENTAMETER
[VIDEO]
[A young boy appears on the feed, wearing the cap and garb of a simple shepherd and looking rather annoyed. The boy has extremely delicate features, even feminine...and though 'he' dresses as a shepherd, 'he' carries under one arm a rabbit the unaffected may recognize. The 'boy' appears to be in Isaac's cabin, and seems visibly put out.
'His' tone is weary as he addresses the camera.]
I beg the aid of some enlightened soul,
to aid me in my hour of greatest need.
For my instruction a young man has sought
and now lies sleeping, ill-disposed to wake!
[To make 'his' point, he directs the camera towards the bed, where Isaac's prone form continues to slumber on.
The feed returns to the 'boy,' and only now does 'he' allow a touch of concern to show in 'his' features...to allow the concern of the heart to show through.]
I pray this only be the slumber of
a layabout, and nothing sinister.
Illness can be cured with drafts and poultice,
but if this be a faerie's magic touch...
[The 'boy' frowns, fresh anger sparking in 'his' eyes.]
My spear shall find their wretched heart with joy.
[SPAM]
[Satisfied her lover is not ill, and if bespelled, he will not come to harm, Allison...or Christopher, as she is known...begins to explore her environment with interest and some concern for her wayward sister and missing friend. Her wanderings will lead her to many of her usual haunts: the dining hall and pub for food and drink, the gym to stretch and indulge in the joy of physical sport denied her at court, and for a possible stroll on deck, though she will not linger as the view of the stars leaves her deeply troubled. She can also be found in the corridors of the ship, especially the corridor of Level 5 when she retires to Isaac's cabin for the night.]
[A young boy appears on the feed, wearing the cap and garb of a simple shepherd and looking rather annoyed. The boy has extremely delicate features, even feminine...and though 'he' dresses as a shepherd, 'he' carries under one arm a rabbit the unaffected may recognize. The 'boy' appears to be in Isaac's cabin, and seems visibly put out.
'His' tone is weary as he addresses the camera.]
I beg the aid of some enlightened soul,
to aid me in my hour of greatest need.
For my instruction a young man has sought
and now lies sleeping, ill-disposed to wake!
[To make 'his' point, he directs the camera towards the bed, where Isaac's prone form continues to slumber on.
The feed returns to the 'boy,' and only now does 'he' allow a touch of concern to show in 'his' features...to allow the concern of the heart to show through.]
I pray this only be the slumber of
a layabout, and nothing sinister.
Illness can be cured with drafts and poultice,
but if this be a faerie's magic touch...
[The 'boy' frowns, fresh anger sparking in 'his' eyes.]
My spear shall find their wretched heart with joy.
[SPAM]
[Satisfied her lover is not ill, and if bespelled, he will not come to harm, Allison...or Christopher, as she is known...begins to explore her environment with interest and some concern for her wayward sister and missing friend. Her wanderings will lead her to many of her usual haunts: the dining hall and pub for food and drink, the gym to stretch and indulge in the joy of physical sport denied her at court, and for a possible stroll on deck, though she will not linger as the view of the stars leaves her deeply troubled. She can also be found in the corridors of the ship, especially the corridor of Level 5 when she retires to Isaac's cabin for the night.]
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Of slumber and of waking much I know
I've bade the restless swallow sleep, and shocked
the dozing owl to frantic daylit flight.
Yet I've no understanding of the curse
that shackles your companion to his bed.
[He perks up.]
Fear not! There is no utterance or charms
More powerful than those of such a...
[Wait, you're pretending to be a boy, right? Do humans do that? Okay. He can be subtle! Wait, shit, he's only got one syllable left.]
...lad.
[Nice save, Ariel.]
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[The channel is private of course, for "Kiro" will not betray "Christopher's" secret.]
Hold caution when tempted to blame the fae.
For Oberon himself did seek me out
And declared me foolish youth in public eye
But offered his alliance then in private
He saw the truth of me under this garb.
Dearest friend, hast thou considered a kiss
to wake thy most precious beloved?
For you are very much like Artemis
And he like the sleeping Endymion.
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Has this spirit seen through her disguise? Is her safety, and that of her dearest friend, at risk?]
Speak thee, o Spirit, with a friendly tongue?
Or dost thou seek to trap me with kind words?
For in your voice I hear a friendly tone
but in your silent moment, I know fear.
I have no doubt a spirit's eye sees all,
but does the spirit understand my plight?
[She frowns a little, fearful of earning the spirit's ire as her hand smooths over Isaac's shoulder.]
I am not ungrateful, my heart is soothed
if your sharp eyes do see this boy is safe.
But if your eyes do see beyond all sight,
I pray you keep my counsel at this time
and grateful for your silence I shall be.
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O, Fortune, what favor I do owe thee!
I think myself most clever, and I find
that clever minds do draw themselves to like
and I am not alone in secret hid!
[She grins, happy to have found a kindred spirit, then her smile wavers as she turns to Isaac again, reaching out to gently touch his cheek.]
A kiss I've tried, my secret friend, and more,
But still my sleeping love...he will not rouse.
And Spirit, too, I've known, and he has seen
no door through which to draw him from Sleep's realm.
But by this friendly spirit's word, I know
My love is safe, and in due time will wake.
[She draws her hand away from him, takes a deep breath, and focuses on the feed again with a friendly smile.]
Until he rouse, my secret friend, I pray
In private venue, tell me of your name!
I go by Allison, in fairer dress
And Christopher to hide my secret shame.
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[VIDEO]
If it be evil thoughts that led to act,
Then would there not be indications made?
Some clue, perhaps, of poison -- or of fae --
Should pose no difficulty there to prove.
...Though, in reason's fair embrace, of fae I doubt,
Far likelier guilt will be found with man.
'Tis oft the way with things like these, I've heard.
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No faerie's drop begat that cursed sleep
Touch iron to his brow and see:
He waketh not. Nor daylight's break will mend.
Take care who you accuse, oh shepherd.
[Wait. There's a syllable missing there. Although it would have sounded perfect if he had said 'shepherdess', wouldn't it have.
Oberon is suddenly near enough the camera to see: he smiles, and his gleaming silver eyes glitter with mischief.]
[VIDEO]
It is from reason's fair embrace I speak,
for in the realm of Fae I ply my trade.
I graze my flock out in the open wild
where faerie rings grow wild where sprites doth play.
It be, perhaps, that you are city-born?
Far quicker to dismiss the guilt of fae,
And quicker still to think a boy a fool.
[Visibly irritated, 'he' turns back to Isaac, resisting the urge to touch him for fear of betraying hidden feeling.]
No clue I've found, no proof I've seen at all
of what befell my student, and my friend.
Spirits ease my fear, but soothe not my heart.
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Solicit friendly aid, sir, nothing more,
I beg your pardon if you are disturbed.
My comrade, noble Isaac, will not wake,
and student of the art of love he be.
I instruct him, and much relies on it.
[VIDEO]
Tis possible he's merely taken ill
Or did some little damage to his head.
It were enough to send me to my bed
If I were struck, unhappy, on my crown.
[Is he city-born? Is his friend? The question catches his attention for a moment.
If there are fae, sirrah, we know them not
And have not looked upon their work till now.
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'chu all dressed up like a dude for?
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From foreign lands I come, and as 'Kiro'
I am known. But 'Kira' is my true name.
I serve as vassal to the one I love
For he swears his love to one far away.
In no other way can I be near him.
So I must be content for him to love
And regard me as none but a brother
Sweet irony, since I have lost my own.
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[Someone is very unaffected. Someone is very unaffected and really really baffled by all this.]
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That irony is a gift, best used well!
For love is love, and can be used to sway
A heart made weak and wanting by distance.
Even now, my beloved years for me
While 'neath this guise, I teach him how to woo.
The day that we are wed, I'll know no fear,
My side he will not leave, my love he'll keep
For he will know how best to hold my heart.
[VIDEO]
Magic's work is seldom seen, only felt,
A supple brush of hands invisible.
The tales are evidence of mischief made,
Warnings left to those with sight, and not faith.
['He' shifts, reaching out to touch Isaac's brow, surrendering to the urge to feel the heat of healthy skin beneath 'his' fingertips.]
He is not ill, nor struck...nor faerie touched.
Still he sleeps...still I wait for him to rise.
He has much left to do, much left to learn
of love, and I have much I've left to teach.
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Feigning confusion instead, 'Christoper' tips 'his' head to one side.]
I have done nothing, my lady, I swear!
For a lowly shepherd cannot spare time
away from tending to his precious flock
For matters of fashion reserved for court.
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I pray that you forgive my youthful fire,
for fear and worry make my tongue too rash.
The word of Oberon be all I need
to still that tongue, even if it does not
soothe the fear that even now consumes me.
[The 'boy' glances again at 'his' sleeping comrade.]
There is much that rests upon his waking,
Least being my tranquility of soul.