( sometimes reaching out to text zoya feels a little bit like signing on his death warrant — in which case, he marches the plank with a merry pep in his step. never before has the idea of being beaten mercilessly with jaunts and teases been quite so pleasurable, as when coming from the mouth ( or, in this case, fingers ) of his favorite co-conspirator. )
Nazyalensky, there's a party at my house ( """house""" ) this weekend, and I do so humbly request your sunshine to brighten up an otherwise painfully aristocratic event. I promise both wine and entertainment, and I'll buy your dress if it gets you to come. Shall we go shopping tonight?
Ah, well. Humbleness doesn't really suit me. Shall I recite you poetry dedicated to your loveliness? An homage to your beauty. That's really more of Tolya's area of expertise, but I feel more than equipped to toss my hat in the ring.
And what will your verses contain? Eyes like sapphires? Hair as dark as night? A tired and uninspired approach. You must think highly of yourself to believe you’re the first of my admirers to try their luck at poetry.
I assure you I think very highly of myself, though it has little to do with poetry. I'd simply tell you your beauty defies words and logic alike. I have to encourage you in some other way, I see that. What's the price, Nazyalensky?
Impress me. That price should be simple enough for a man that prattles on about his ingenuity to whoever might listen. Or are you not fit to rise to the challenge, Lantsov?
What's impressive is that I've already managed to convince Alina and Mal to show up. Without bribery. Which means the gems and jewels I prepared to lure them in are now all yours.
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Nazyalensky, there's a party at my house ( """house""" ) this weekend, and I do so humbly request your sunshine to brighten up an otherwise painfully aristocratic event.
I promise both wine and entertainment, and I'll buy your dress if it gets you to come.
Shall we go shopping tonight?
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Ask me sweetly. You do know how fond I am of your pitiful groveling.
[ so she can say no and step on the crushed shards of his (ridiculous) dreams and even more ludicrous priorities. he knows how this goes. ]
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I think I'll start with "O Goddess Divine".
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Eyes like sapphires? Hair as dark as night?
A tired and uninspired approach.
You must think highly of yourself to believe you’re the first of my admirers to try their luck at poetry.
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I'd simply tell you your beauty defies words and logic alike.
I have to encourage you in some other way, I see that. What's the price, Nazyalensky?
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That price should be simple enough for a man that prattles on about his ingenuity to whoever might listen.
Or are you not fit to rise to the challenge, Lantsov?
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Which means the gems and jewels I prepared to lure them in are now all yours.