Feb. 29th, 2012

metaphorliteral: (bitches love sonnets)
He’s not as innocent as he looks at first.
The boyish charm and freckle-spattered skin
conceal a mind that’s often bent on sin
and devious plans he has rehearsed.

This crafty young man has got a thirst
for finer things his thievery can win
and SCIENCE!!! Knowledge that he holds within
and studies in which he can be immersed.

An accident honed his senses to the sharpest point
and now he’s twitchy, which works to his advantage
when his wits will be what saves his life.
You don’t want to find this redhead in your joint
because your belongings he’ll deftly mismanage,
and if you’re the Pope, he’ll bring you only strife.


(because why the fuck shouldn't I write Petrarchan sonnets about my roleplaying characters? I love Alastair. He's made of awesome and regularly saves the day. He's my Spirit of the Century character and right now he's in Russia in 1927 trying to kill Rasputin. :D )

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