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smash_logs2010-07-07 02:35 pm
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Log: The Clocktower - I desperately need you.
Cast: Midna [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
impish_shadow], Marth [aestheticemblem]
Date: 07/07 - Most likely after this
Location: The Clocktower
Synopsis: Marth has lured Midna there. (Actually, it was probably the other way around and he just doesn't know it.) Either way, it's the first step for Marth to take to capture her heart -- which... he still has no idea how he's going to manage that.
Warnings: Nothing. There's absolutely no reason to stalk this.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
What in the name of Anri was making that sound? A few moments passed and foolishly, Marth realised that it was him. Well. His heart to be more precise. What a silly thing to get worked up over. He and Midna had already looked at one another -- that one, particular morning -- had the discussion, had the conversation, and mostly knew what the other one thought. Still, he found himself in some odd kind of frenzy whenever he simply thought of her.
How much of it had to do with Sheeda, he wondered? It was true, popular consensus had said that he and the princess would join hands and bring about a new age of prosperity to Altea and Talis. What had Sheeda thought of that, though? And what had he? He disliked thinking about things of the sort. It was inevitable, of course. One day, he would need to settle down, and likely sooner than later. Children would be imperative for Altea's future and for Anri's lineage to pass on. A son, in particular would be necessary -- or useful at the very least.
He almost kicked himself for getting into it all. Those worrisome things could wait. And perhaps, just perhaps, he could find a way to convince Midna to return to Altea with him. For when a prince courted, it was no simple, fleeting love. He had chosen her as he believed she would one day make a lovely princess, and in turn, an amicable queen. He'd never told her, of course, as how was he to know how serious she would become? (Or would not, as he constantly reminded himself was a distinct possibility. He'd never forgotten her warning, after all.)
In his left hand he carried a solitary rose, petals with the colour of a sunset. Like many things, there was symbolism in his choice, but he thought it would be appropriate for her. And in the end, perhaps she would think roses to be overdone. Entirely anticipated and he braced himself for any comments of the sort. His right arm was held lower and rested protectively over the hilt of the Falchion. He still hadn't needed to use it yet, but he had a sinking suspicion...
No. That was just a suspicion. He hoped.
impish_shadow], Marth [aestheticemblem]Date: 07/07 - Most likely after this
Location: The Clocktower
Synopsis: Marth has lured Midna there. (Actually, it was probably the other way around and he just doesn't know it.) Either way, it's the first step for Marth to take to capture her heart -- which... he still has no idea how he's going to manage that.
Warnings: Nothing. There's absolutely no reason to stalk this.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
What in the name of Anri was making that sound? A few moments passed and foolishly, Marth realised that it was him. Well. His heart to be more precise. What a silly thing to get worked up over. He and Midna had already looked at one another -- that one, particular morning -- had the discussion, had the conversation, and mostly knew what the other one thought. Still, he found himself in some odd kind of frenzy whenever he simply thought of her.
How much of it had to do with Sheeda, he wondered? It was true, popular consensus had said that he and the princess would join hands and bring about a new age of prosperity to Altea and Talis. What had Sheeda thought of that, though? And what had he? He disliked thinking about things of the sort. It was inevitable, of course. One day, he would need to settle down, and likely sooner than later. Children would be imperative for Altea's future and for Anri's lineage to pass on. A son, in particular would be necessary -- or useful at the very least.
He almost kicked himself for getting into it all. Those worrisome things could wait. And perhaps, just perhaps, he could find a way to convince Midna to return to Altea with him. For when a prince courted, it was no simple, fleeting love. He had chosen her as he believed she would one day make a lovely princess, and in turn, an amicable queen. He'd never told her, of course, as how was he to know how serious she would become? (Or would not, as he constantly reminded himself was a distinct possibility. He'd never forgotten her warning, after all.)
In his left hand he carried a solitary rose, petals with the colour of a sunset. Like many things, there was symbolism in his choice, but he thought it would be appropriate for her. And in the end, perhaps she would think roses to be overdone. Entirely anticipated and he braced himself for any comments of the sort. His right arm was held lower and rested protectively over the hilt of the Falchion. He still hadn't needed to use it yet, but he had a sinking suspicion...
No. That was just a suspicion. He hoped.