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03-21-03
*Sard flicks his hair boyishly then bends over the lady's hand in a formal bow* my lady, your beauty would outshine the sun were I ever able to look upon it
*kissing Isis' hand and releases it as he rises. his smile reveals slightly elongated kanines* I... I don't recall, i can't recall.... where am I? i have these lapses they come and go like... like birds, oh i do wish is could see a bird flying again, not cooped up in a nest hiding from the nigt... I... oh yes..."
*for a short moment Sard seems forget where he was, only recalling the presense of lady Isis at the last second. he smiles again, but says nothing* "what is goth?" get a life, goth isn't something, somthing is goth, its an adjective. |