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theworlds_stage ([info]theworlds_stage) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2013-02-15 00:34:00
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Current mood:excited

Who: William Shakespeare an Urania
When: Valentine's Day
What: Lovestruck by Cupid!
Where: Hayden Planetarium



William had a history with some of the muses. Clio, Mel, Thalia and Erato. Wooing them in exchange for working with them. His ideas, their influence, it made a beautiful world. He was still looking for that spark of inspiration when the world continued every day to dry up what little he had left. If only he'd lived longer when he had been at his prime. Now, it seemed a bigger struggle than ever before. There were times that Will himself questioned the legitimacy of his own hand. He had been a con artist in the past until he had found his niche. Why else should he believe he hadn't conned himself in a bed of lies?

This morning however he woke to the most beautiful dream! Her face was imprinted into his mind and he wrote for hours. It wasn't until the sun had gone down from the sky, the world turning a beautiful shade of dusk that he ventured out. It wasn't yet five o'clock, but William was eager to head inside the Hayden Planetarium. He wanted to see stars, the night sky was still so painfully far away. As was the face he could not describe. He drew it many times in his journal, repeating words of adoration and beauty! He was enamored, he was inspired. The crown of stars he'd drawn over her head represented every feature he had fallen for on her face. She was perfection.

His heart suddenly raced sharply, a patter of irregular beats. But each time he turned his head to look, she wasn't there. He never even had a name, but it didn't matter. She would come in her own time, or he would pine for all eternity for her in the image in his mind.



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