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[quietly sits beside her, tucking a flower into her hair]

*smiles at this, hardly startled by his presence, only hoping he doesn't leave so soon*

[lays with his head in her lap and a contented sigh, toying idly with a flower]

The weather is fair.

*positively beams and strokes her fingers through his hair*

The breeze is warm.

And the company is pleasant. A prince could ask for nothing more. [closes his eyes, pressing his head into her hand like a contented cat]

*shyly, daring to let her fingers brush over his cheek* I wish for you to stay, my lord. With me, I mean to say. O, how lonely I have been...

Then I will stay with thee, sweet lady. [catches her hand to kiss it] Pretty Ophelias should not be so alone.

*smiles down at him, lacing her fingers through his* How happy I am to hear it, my lord. *almost playfully* What are you to do if I fall into a slumber here?

Then stay I by your side, to protect you from any dangers that may wander past.

You are kind to me, good sir. *timidly* My heart will forever belong to you.

Keep thy heart, lady. I fear I will only wound it.

It can never belong to another, dear Prince!

[takes her hands in his, pressing kisses to them and looking at her with worried eyes]

And if I should lose thy heart? What then? I only wish to give thee happiness, sweet Ophelia.

*shakes her head, almost firm with her words*

What else can you do, then, but rediscover my heart! *takes one of his hands and kisses it* I wish to bring the same to you, my lord.

Yet there is no happiness in me to give thee, sweet. [presses her hands to his face]

Typist: Pretend that's a woman in the icon :| (lol Horatio's a giiiiirl)

*shakes her head, setting her hands over his* I see it! I see it behind the darkness that clouds your eyes.