"Thou wilt stop my heart with scripture," Claudius murmurs. His eyes remain steady on the blades, whenever he cuts, and it takes a moment for him to look away from them and smile. "Then let me be the sachet of myrrh at thy breast. Beauty best adorns beauty, perfumes and precious jewels. If I am fair, it lets me suit thy fairness."
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Date: 2023-12-28 02:24 am (UTC)