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Created on 2013-12-12 20:47:59 (#2130944), last updated 2013-12-12 (642 weeks ago)
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| Name: | lovethatdiesnotinthetomb |
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| Birthdate: | Jan 1 |
"...the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb..." - "The Nightingale and the Rose" by Oscar Wilde
LUSCINIA is the humanized incarnation of The Nightingale taken from Oscar Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose" from his collection "The Happy Prince and Other Tales". As the Nightingale, she gave her life so that a student with whom she was in love with could give a red rose to his beloved by piercing her own little heart with a thorn and giving her blood to crimson the rose.
Luscinia is the embodiment of Love's sacrifice and she thinks of nothing higher than the value of Love. Any sort of love is exalted in her eyes, so long as it is well and truly meant, for that is the love for which she gave her life.
**Both muse and typist are over 18**Journal and associated content are for frivolity only. I own neither the esteemed Oscar Wilde's story nor do I own Sara Brightman, the PB associated with this account.** Journal and associated content are for creative (RP) purposes only and no profit is being made.**
LUSCINIA is the humanized incarnation of The Nightingale taken from Oscar Wilde's "The Nightingale and the Rose" from his collection "The Happy Prince and Other Tales". As the Nightingale, she gave her life so that a student with whom she was in love with could give a red rose to his beloved by piercing her own little heart with a thorn and giving her blood to crimson the rose.
Luscinia is the embodiment of Love's sacrifice and she thinks of nothing higher than the value of Love. Any sort of love is exalted in her eyes, so long as it is well and truly meant, for that is the love for which she gave her life.
**Both muse and typist are over 18**Journal and associated content are for frivolity only. I own neither the esteemed Oscar Wilde's story nor do I own Sara Brightman, the PB associated with this account.** Journal and associated content are for creative (RP) purposes only and no profit is being made.**
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