canon is moulin rouge. will probably remain homeless :c

[foolishaboutlove]

Well, Mademoiselle Mundane, I really don't think there's any point in... in discussing this. There's so much to do! So many words! Words that will just fester and build up inside, until--! Until...!

[He stops, suddenly looking flustered.] Well, I believe you know perfectly well what I mean.

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[foolishaboutlove]

Yes. [ And with that, he lapses back into the thoughtful, fervent writer. Afterall, this isn't just the end of a play - it will be their ending. And that is something of dear importance to him. ]

What do you-- [He starts to ask, looking up at her, before his words fail him. As always, her beauty stumps him, leaving him clueless and breathless. ]

[lungissues]

[She tilts her head just so, inclining an eyebrow.]

I think...the Courtesan must choose the Sitar Player...and I think, if it can be done, they should have a secret song for each other. One that either can sing and the other will know that, no matter what, they are loved and love.

[foolishaboutlove]

And that no one - not even the evil maharajah - could ever come between them. [He smiles softly, taking one of her hands in his, intertwining their fingers gently.]

That sounds perfect.