Wasn't exactly unusual, that no one wrote love songs for fat, bluff Edward of Aumerle. Art loved the queer nexus of excess and asceticism that Richard and Robert could inhabit; it was interested in the kind of bone-deep longing that could never be satisfied by having. It had little to say about contentment.
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This was all lovely, but that was my favorite bit.
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Date: 2009-08-18 09:40 pm (UTC)*loves*
This was all lovely, but that was my favorite bit.