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gondolindrim2013-03-26 09:12 pm
yaban) wrote in gondolindrim2013-03-26 09:12 pm
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Grima romance with Yaban and Idis
Working on a retelling of a folktale and what does my eye spy?
Grima: *hits on Idis*
Idis: *glances at Grima sort of like 'really'?*
Grima: *undaunted*
Idis: *decides to ignore*
Yaban: *calls her over to look over something*
Idis: *eagerly heads over there, then when she gets there* Thank you *under her breath*
Yaban: what, you don't want to lavish your affections on him? *just as quietly* But he's such a catch! *teasing*
Idis: *little snicker* I know right? I must be mad
Yaban: everyone wants to be loved by someone who'd sell them out at the first opportunity
Idis: I dream of it at night you know. Cry into my pillows
Yaban: although I suppose if you're into pale rats, he's not so bad. *grins*
Idis: *snorts at this* he IS quite...pointy isn't he?
Yaban: and you, the apple of his eye.
Yaban: he'll sing you ballads. Recite poetry. Talk of your lustrous hair
Idis: *snorts and tosses her braid over her shoulder out of the way* I think I will pass on that thank you. My lustrous hair does not like to be spoken of. It's shy
Yaban: like a shining ruby, he'll start.
Idis: *snorts* Ah yes, a ruby and not, I don't know, something that would make sense
Yaban: at least not blood
Idis: Agreed. *laughs* One of my father's horses is that color. Maybe a horse
Yaban: he's rohirrim, maybe his poems will have to do with horses. 'Your spirited gait, your long face, your beautiful mane'
Idis: *snorts* that somehow sounds even worse. I would not be OFFENDED exactly but it's odd
Yaban: "I love how you warble"
Idis: That's less horse though. More random bird
Yaban: I'm moving on to your other traits. He could just steal a poem from our records
Yaban: My love is not like a rose, or something
Idis: *laughs* Not like a rose but like a...*she's considering here*
Yaban: Compare thee to a summer's day?
Idis: Hmm that MAY work
Yaban: he could talk about your eyes. But that goes back to gems
Idis: And gems sounds so much more elf like
Yaban: your eyes, blue and clear like a river
Idis: I can go along with THIS. But not from him
Yaban: from who then?
Idis: Oh...*was that a headduck* I'm not certain, truly
Yaban: maybe he'll come at you with reasons instead. *grins* steady job, respect of his superiors, good with finances... the assumption that a woman chooses only via logic.
Idis: I could choose by logic with those reasons *grins*
Yaban: but emotionally, there's the fact he's Grima
Idis: Right. If Grima was replaced with someone actually desirable
Yaban: it's his personality, I fear. His terrible, terrible personality. He'd make an excellent politician
Idis: Which is why he has to be kept FAR away from politicians
Yaban: the life of a scholar for him is best for the world, if not for us
Idis: Sadly, we were made to suffer
Yaban: I caught him reading about flowers. I can just imagine him now, coming up to you with a bouquet, each flower with a meaning spelling out a poem about your beauty *gets on his knee and pretends to present said bouquet*
Idis: Terrifying. But what IS the meaning of this weed here *"picking up" one of them*
Yaban: this one signifies loyalty, that I will be with you forever.
Yaban: *means to make her laugh at the idea of being stuck with Grima for life*
Idis: Oh my love *swoons* Forever with you. And just think of the children we shall have! nosy, conniving little brats
Yaban: just as I always dreamed of!
Idis: What shall their names be?
Yaban: Grima Jr, Grimette, and Grimarina
Idis: Grimette! What a BEAUTFIUL name
Yaban: of course, taken from a beautiful name and a beautiful man *smug*
Idis: *wiping away tears* The MOST beautiful
Yaban: I'm sure your genes will help along their beauty somewhat too. *generous tone*
Idis: Welll, hopefully the GOOD traits. The best of both of us!
Yaban: not the red hair, of course.
Idis: Of course not, Your beautiful hair of....moonlight
Yaban: it does shimmer so. I put such work into it, I'm glad you noticed
Idis: Oh it does indeed!
Yaban: you will be honoured to become my bride.
Idis: And I shall serve you always faithfully.
Yaban: You will be my queen, when I weasel my way to lord of Gondolin! *gets back up, taking her hands*
Idis: And you will rule the world and I your faithful helpmeet!
Yaban: this is what love is, right?
Idis: I think it must be! I love your grasping and slithering and scheming!
Yaban: and I love the fact you are an attractive woman!
Idis: We are PERFECT for each other then!
Yaban: *sweeps Idis into his arms jokingly*
Idis: *SWOONS*
Idis: What a glorious life we will have!
Yaban: and that is how your romance with Grima will go
Idis: How beautiful it all would be
Yaban: do send me letters to tell me how it all goes
Idis: Oh of course. Perhaps I will hire you as my scribe when I am disgustingly powerful
Yaban: oh, an honour, to work for the great Grima's blushing bride
Idis: *laughing* How lucky we are to be in the same city as he is!
Yaban: well, that's your life sorted out.
Idis: Now we need to do yours!
Yaban: make Luthien fall in love with me. *grins*
Idis: You'll need music I think. Or to look dirty and woodsy
Yaban: I can do music. I'll bring one of those playing devices that the artificers make. I'm too fond of soap for the other one
Yaban: I am very clearly a city mouse
Idis: That MAY count against you. But the music is a good start. Serenade her!
Yaban: I tought we wanted her to love me. My singing makes paint crackle
Idis: OH. Well then. Best skip that bit
Yaban: maybe one day I'll serenade you, to teach you true horror *grins*
Idis: *Snorts* I'm sure that would be ...interesting
Yaban: you will truly see the beauty of the world when I'm done. And you've got to show me your singing, which I am led to believe is quite good
Idis: I would like to *smiles* I do have some things I've been working on here
Yaban: We have completely failed to look like we're working. *glances over his shoulder to see Grima's murderglare*
Idis: *snorts* Damn, so we have. We should fix that
Yaban: *grabs a scroll* let's discuss this. Come on
Idis: *grabs a quill and actually bends her head to pay attention*
Grima: *hits on Idis*
Idis: *glances at Grima sort of like 'really'?*
Grima: *undaunted*
Idis: *decides to ignore*
Yaban: *calls her over to look over something*
Idis: *eagerly heads over there, then when she gets there* Thank you *under her breath*
Yaban: what, you don't want to lavish your affections on him? *just as quietly* But he's such a catch! *teasing*
Idis: *little snicker* I know right? I must be mad
Yaban: everyone wants to be loved by someone who'd sell them out at the first opportunity
Idis: I dream of it at night you know. Cry into my pillows
Yaban: although I suppose if you're into pale rats, he's not so bad. *grins*
Idis: *snorts at this* he IS quite...pointy isn't he?
Yaban: and you, the apple of his eye.
Yaban: he'll sing you ballads. Recite poetry. Talk of your lustrous hair
Idis: *snorts and tosses her braid over her shoulder out of the way* I think I will pass on that thank you. My lustrous hair does not like to be spoken of. It's shy
Yaban: like a shining ruby, he'll start.
Idis: *snorts* Ah yes, a ruby and not, I don't know, something that would make sense
Yaban: at least not blood
Idis: Agreed. *laughs* One of my father's horses is that color. Maybe a horse
Yaban: he's rohirrim, maybe his poems will have to do with horses. 'Your spirited gait, your long face, your beautiful mane'
Idis: *snorts* that somehow sounds even worse. I would not be OFFENDED exactly but it's odd
Yaban: "I love how you warble"
Idis: That's less horse though. More random bird
Yaban: I'm moving on to your other traits. He could just steal a poem from our records
Yaban: My love is not like a rose, or something
Idis: *laughs* Not like a rose but like a...*she's considering here*
Yaban: Compare thee to a summer's day?
Idis: Hmm that MAY work
Yaban: he could talk about your eyes. But that goes back to gems
Idis: And gems sounds so much more elf like
Yaban: your eyes, blue and clear like a river
Idis: I can go along with THIS. But not from him
Yaban: from who then?
Idis: Oh...*was that a headduck* I'm not certain, truly
Yaban: maybe he'll come at you with reasons instead. *grins* steady job, respect of his superiors, good with finances... the assumption that a woman chooses only via logic.
Idis: I could choose by logic with those reasons *grins*
Yaban: but emotionally, there's the fact he's Grima
Idis: Right. If Grima was replaced with someone actually desirable
Yaban: it's his personality, I fear. His terrible, terrible personality. He'd make an excellent politician
Idis: Which is why he has to be kept FAR away from politicians
Yaban: the life of a scholar for him is best for the world, if not for us
Idis: Sadly, we were made to suffer
Yaban: I caught him reading about flowers. I can just imagine him now, coming up to you with a bouquet, each flower with a meaning spelling out a poem about your beauty *gets on his knee and pretends to present said bouquet*
Idis: Terrifying. But what IS the meaning of this weed here *"picking up" one of them*
Yaban: this one signifies loyalty, that I will be with you forever.
Yaban: *means to make her laugh at the idea of being stuck with Grima for life*
Idis: Oh my love *swoons* Forever with you. And just think of the children we shall have! nosy, conniving little brats
Yaban: just as I always dreamed of!
Idis: What shall their names be?
Yaban: Grima Jr, Grimette, and Grimarina
Idis: Grimette! What a BEAUTFIUL name
Yaban: of course, taken from a beautiful name and a beautiful man *smug*
Idis: *wiping away tears* The MOST beautiful
Yaban: I'm sure your genes will help along their beauty somewhat too. *generous tone*
Idis: Welll, hopefully the GOOD traits. The best of both of us!
Yaban: not the red hair, of course.
Idis: Of course not, Your beautiful hair of....moonlight
Yaban: it does shimmer so. I put such work into it, I'm glad you noticed
Idis: Oh it does indeed!
Yaban: you will be honoured to become my bride.
Idis: And I shall serve you always faithfully.
Yaban: You will be my queen, when I weasel my way to lord of Gondolin! *gets back up, taking her hands*
Idis: And you will rule the world and I your faithful helpmeet!
Yaban: this is what love is, right?
Idis: I think it must be! I love your grasping and slithering and scheming!
Yaban: and I love the fact you are an attractive woman!
Idis: We are PERFECT for each other then!
Yaban: *sweeps Idis into his arms jokingly*
Idis: *SWOONS*
Idis: What a glorious life we will have!
Yaban: and that is how your romance with Grima will go
Idis: How beautiful it all would be
Yaban: do send me letters to tell me how it all goes
Idis: Oh of course. Perhaps I will hire you as my scribe when I am disgustingly powerful
Yaban: oh, an honour, to work for the great Grima's blushing bride
Idis: *laughing* How lucky we are to be in the same city as he is!
Yaban: well, that's your life sorted out.
Idis: Now we need to do yours!
Yaban: make Luthien fall in love with me. *grins*
Idis: You'll need music I think. Or to look dirty and woodsy
Yaban: I can do music. I'll bring one of those playing devices that the artificers make. I'm too fond of soap for the other one
Yaban: I am very clearly a city mouse
Idis: That MAY count against you. But the music is a good start. Serenade her!
Yaban: I tought we wanted her to love me. My singing makes paint crackle
Idis: OH. Well then. Best skip that bit
Yaban: maybe one day I'll serenade you, to teach you true horror *grins*
Idis: *Snorts* I'm sure that would be ...interesting
Yaban: you will truly see the beauty of the world when I'm done. And you've got to show me your singing, which I am led to believe is quite good
Idis: I would like to *smiles* I do have some things I've been working on here
Yaban: We have completely failed to look like we're working. *glances over his shoulder to see Grima's murderglare*
Idis: *snorts* Damn, so we have. We should fix that
Yaban: *grabs a scroll* let's discuss this. Come on
Idis: *grabs a quill and actually bends her head to pay attention*