voice testing, be rough

[besotted]

Stop it.

Whatever it is you're doing, or planning on doing, I demand you stop at once and return me home. You must know who I am, and by association my father. But I don't think you know just what he - or, aha, my love -.... Oh, yes, I don't think you know just what they might do to you if they found out you were manhandling me in such a crude manner -

[ something inaudible goes here; something that sounds a great deal like mwah wah wah wah wah wah ]

...munhandling? That isn't even a word -!

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[servant]

[Oh Lady Vivian. Of all the princesses who visited Camelot-]

[You were the scariest.]

Uhm, perhaps it's idiomatic, my lady. A word that muns use.

[besotted]

[ Job well done then, right? It wasn't as if she were trying to impress any of you people. ]

[ At first. ]

I think the word you're looking for is idiotic. If this is the sort of language they use, perhaps they shouldn't be allowed to speak at all. Honestly, it just sounds vulgar!

basically I love you.

[king]

[ Oh no. ]

no i love you

[besotted]

[ Oh yes! ]

- Arthur~! [ You're here to rescue her, right? ]

NO I LOVE YOU

[king]

[ That squeal. He winces. ]

Lady Vivian. What a... pleasure to see you once more.

YES BUT I LOVE YOU MORE

[besotted]

[ No that was a wince of long-endured pain at her absence being brushed away by her face. ]

Oh, yes - yes it is. I mean, yourself as well. Even if the accommodations are - hmmmm, less than adequate, I suppose we'll just have to make do.

no, I definitely love you the most.

[king]

And how exactly. Do you plan. To do that?

I guess this is a fact I'll just have to accept

[besotted]

Curtains, maybe? A vase here or there. [ Staring. At your. Face. ]

Something small to brighten up this dismal place. Although I guess that doesn't really matter; you're plenty to brighten up a room already, my love.

only you, demi, get to pop my sir leon cherry.

[sirjesus]

[he's going to just smile politely and try to escape her! she's for arthur.]

/lewd pop sound

[besotted]

[ Escape her? Why, you make her sound unpleasant! ]

[ - also, no, that doesn't work. ]

You there.

:D

[sirjesus]

[deer in headlights. dammit.]

My lady?

was it good for you?

[besotted]

Find me a - a ladder. Or a horse, perhaps even a door. Something to get me out of this - [ ew, other muses. i mean, mud. ] -...place.

so good

[sirjesus]

[cue a helpless look almost. HE SHOULD BE HELPING A LADY.] I am afraid I cannot help you out of this dark pervert, dank, crazy place.

[sweeping]

[ oh man, it's this princess. ]

They do use some very strange words. I'm afraid you'll have to adjust to it.

[besotted]

[ you say that like you're not happy to see her, either! gosh! ]

I don't want to adjust to it. In fact, I won't.

Any place for the little ones?

[adhmharaighe]

You cannot be returned home. None of us can.

only ALWAYS

[besotted]

And what would a child know of things like this? You're probably more lost than I am - just sit down and wait, and I'll find a knight or some sort of escort.

YAY

[adhmharaighe]

No!

Please do not call the knights.

[besotted]

Why not? That's what you do when you're lost.

[adhmharaighe]

They would put me to death.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[Oh. God.]

I'm afraid they don't tend to listen very well.

--err, milady.

[besotted]

Well they had best start. All of them! I will not stand to be imprisoned like this!

Nor kept so far from my - [ a little moment of self enjoyment and a deep breath are both taken here. ] - true love~!

[destinedtobeunpopular]

[It seriously is the worst love spell. Ugh.]

They won't start.

[And, hey, it might just teach you a thing or two. Although that is rather unlikely.]

[besotted]

She had better. I doubt my father or my future husband would be very pleased to hear how she detained me and refused to cooperate with my demands. She ought to be put in the stocks for this.

[destinedtobeunpopular]

Your father, certainly not...

[He seems to be rather... overbearing. But he's keeping that to himself. As well as the fact that Arthur definitely doesn't give much of a damn. And his expression is completely innocent.]