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I guess this is our last hurrah? The final dance. The curtain call. Aye twas a brilliant play we sought Miska, but in the end I noticed our strings too crossed.

In all reality I know your feelings for me were fickle at the least. You wanted the fire and brimstone of the broken winged ascendant cast down by his own hand. But...alas he has mended himself. Stitched his cuts and flexed his wings. Aye, he did let them rest while he lived up to his name, but with the occasional uplift to greet the angels above. I think he's done trying to be good all the time. But that does not mean he has turned dark. Grey is a better word. Yes.
I digress. Someone stole his thunder. Son of Hermes to the God of Zeus. Or at least that what the movie presents.
Strange isn't it? How we seem to have our own little language? Everyone stands around so dumbfounded and confused. Sometimes I hear the whispered words that say I should kiss your hand again. I won't lie. I do smirk at such tomfoolery.
I tested the waters and found them too hot. Singed those dark feathers off my wings. Now look. They are more leathery no? I digress.
Strange how I say nay to our binding, yet I continue to salt the wound. I'm sorry Miska. My Zakier nature mocks that forked tongue of yours. Such a bitter-sweet taste it has. A taste that I have grown accustomed to my own lips. Delicious one may say. Or maybe that is my true flavor, not that cherry sweet that assaults her senses. I digress.
Strange isn't it? How I can compare you to so many things without a single hindering thought and yet...the one I wish to do for. Feh. Those words are no more than elementary to her college wisdom. Chasa. Chasa. I ramble again.
I cut this short now. For your sanity Miska. I make no more promises on your behalf. I cannot bear to place another tag to that holy tree. Your sword be sheathed long enough. Draw it and take down your brother whom your love so dearly's empire and wash the stains in a river of your own choice. We subscribed you your Beltwa. Now...Belasa! Blend! May the Gods Grace Melinda "Jessica" Valentine! Teal has long since revoked your story and Aerron has breathed them for the last time.