She is adorable.

Thanks! ^w^

No problem.

>w<

It looks wonderful! The poor girl of mine certainly has a thing for a man with a head on his shoulders.....mabye even a donkey head

I'm so glad you approve!
>w< That's good news for my dear Bottom.

another fantastic work

Thank you! ^w^

i just finished my donkey circine too

Gosh darn, Bottom is getting all the girls now. xD

>w< Right?? He's a real lady-killer

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^w^

Well, she's not wrong, you know. Stop getting drunk so much, and you'd look even handsomer, Bottom.

Bottom: *chuckling* Don't believe the words of a drunk woman, adelphos. Tomorrow will come and she'll forget how cute I am tonight.

You'd be surprised, if you actually tried it. You could find the one.

Bottom: I already did. Centuries ago. Why d'you think Blubberhead hates me so much?

You do realize you chose Moth, the woman he loved and still loves, right? Obviously, she wasn't the one for you. That doesn't mean you won't find the one who is, if you keep searching. And you now what they say about true love's kiss. How do you expect to find it, if you're too drunk?

Bottom: *petulantly* I had her first. He's the one that broke it up. Don't treat me like the villain.

I'm not. I'm treating you with the facts as I know them. And if I'm wrong, I'd be happy for you to tell me the details.

Bottom: *grumbling* If anyone should give her up, it's him. I never pressured her to get married, I never used her, I just let her know she was my whole world and let her do whatever she liked. That's it. He sweeps her away and then traps her with a proposal. Tch. A proposal. After Costa? She'd never do it. So she throws him into the sea. But why not come back to me? My arms were still open... they're open now. I'd even stop drinkin' if she wanted me to, but she doesn't. She wants me here, drinkin' and listenin'.

She told you she wants you to drink?

Bottom: Never with her mouth, but she gave me this enchanted flask, *he holds it up for emphasis* and a daily allowance for booze. If that doesn't say she wants me to drink, I don't know what it means.

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If she did what I think she did, I'm gonna kill her. Not literally, but she's going to be dealing with a very much upset author.

Bottom: *ears twitching in alarm* ... What'd she do? If she did somethin' else to me, you'd better tell me

Certain enchantments often require renewal, Bottom. And it's not the first time she's used alcohol as the accelerant. ... And I just had another sickening idea that I hope is just paranoia on top of more paranoia. Tell me, Bottom, what do you know about love potions?

Bottom: Umm... there are these blue flowers in the woods near my hometown that can make people fall in love with whatever they look at... but that's all I know.

And it can't be undone easily, can it, once the magic is in effect?

Bottom: *shaking his flask into usefulness, oblivious* Not without magic, I think. *takes a drink*

So, in theory, she would just need to give you a diluted dosage paired with a bit of her magical essence to tie the effects to her directly, wouldn't she?

Bottom: I suppose. *takes another swig, still not bridging the concept to reality in his alcoholic haze* Why dilute it, though? I mean, if she wanted someone to fall for her, why not just make it happen?

Because then she wouldn't be able to get the person to leave her on long journeys and favors to help further her ultimate goal, whatever that may be. The loss of her presence would quite literally be painful. Why else do you think those mortals were only brushed by the blossom? Too high a dose, and they could never be apart again. The magic would literally burn them from the inside out.

Bottom: Huh. *sets down his flask pensively* And they prob'ly wouldn't know it if they were under its spell. *shrugging with a smile* But she wouldn't do that to me. She doesn't need to. I've loved her since I met her.

And you know how she tries to keep any loves on a tight leash, Bottom. And when you did meet her, did she offer you a drink?

Bottom: *smiling at the memory* No, no. I offered her one. She laughed, took my glass, and drained it. Nobody in the whole place danced like her that night.

Is that so? And was that before or after the whole issue with Titania's court?

Bottom: *ears swinging backward* After. *gestures to his head* I didn't have this then.

Interesting. And you say you danced with her, eh? I hope it was a jig. She seems like the kind of person who enjoys playful music, even if it may remind her a bit too closely of her roots. I've always been rather partial to the celtic songs, myself.

Bottom: *brightening* It was a dance for Apollo, so it was enjoyable but not fast. Though, watching her that night, I'd wished it was for Dionysus! *chuckles to himself* Ah, well. Are you a celt, adelphos?

Not exactly. I have a lot of European blood in me from all parts of that area. Irish is more prominent, though, I'll admit, even if I look more German, what with the blond hair and blue eyes.

Bottom: *laughs* I'm not one to judge by appearance. I'm Greek but I look like an ass. *takes a swig from his flask, but nearly spits it out when he remembers it only produces water*

I'll admit the ties to my Celtic roots are strong, though. Any time I hear that music, something just ... stirs inside me. It's hard to explain. I use it a lot for inspiration and motivation when I'm writing stories, or simply for a pick me up when I'm in a fowl mood. There's an ancient power in the old songs, methinks. Or maybe that's just all music. Who am I to say, let alone to know? *I shrug as I smile helplessly* Just part o' the ol' country's charm, I suppose.

(I entirely understand that feeling! It's usually pipes or tinwhistles that really get to my soul. ^^)

Bottom: *smiles* I think you're right. Music seems pretty magical to me.

Perhaps we could have some fun together at some point. I do happen to play, and I wouldn't be surprised if you have quite a lovely singing voice when you're sober and your vocal chords have recovered.

Bottom: *straightening up a little* I happen to be a spectac'lar singer. That'll be fun

I can hardly wait.

Acrathia: still dealing with those pesky self-esteem issues love?

Bottom: *looking up from his drink and laughing bitterly* Always, milady. Always.

Acrathia: Pity that one so famous thinks so little of himself, but I suppose that is more common that one would think

Bottom: *waves a dismissive hand* I'm a has-been. Now I'm famous for bein' an ass, and as far as I'm concerned it fits.

Acrathia: *puts a hand to her chest in mock offense* Disregarding my opinnion love? I cant remember the last time someone did that *thinks for a moment* actually now that I think of it, it was probably Henry several months ago but that's not the point. Dearest we all have our talents, and if your talent is being and ass, then take pride that you were probably the original. *puts one arm around Bottom, and stretches the other out toward the horizon* You! My dear bottom are an archetype!

Bottom: *ears twitching forward* An archetype, huh? I dunno what it means, but I like the sound of it. Tell me, do archetypes get their own shows?

Acrathia: Showes are built around them love, and give countless inspiration to other characters

Bottom: *scratching his chin thoughtfully* How would it be if I bought you a drink and you told me more about archetipps?

Acrathia: I would be delighted *looks to the donkey wine and makes a gesture toward the bottles* but not with that. I have rendered myself immune to most potions and poisons, but we had better not risk it.

Bottom: *lifting his hands* Of course not. I know better than to try and curse the fae! I meant at the bar down the street. I'm s'posed to be there anyway.

Acrathia: Wonderful dearest let's go!

Bottom: *he offers his arm, attempting to be as gentlemanly as he can despite his advanced inebriation* What is your drink of choice, milady?

Acrathia: Oh let's start with a vodka martini and see where the night goes

Bottom: *looking quite pleased at the choice* A woman after my own heart.

Acrathia: Wonderful love. *looks to the bartender* two martinis. *turns back to Bottom* Now as I was saying love, the archetype of the drunken lovelorn ass, who knows more than he seems has been retold though our the ages, and you dearest Bottom are one of the one who started it, if not the first

Bottom: Heh, to think 's all because of me. *he suddenly looks confused* But how d'you know about me? Did Lady Moth tell you?

Acrathia: *Looks confused for a moment, then comes to a realization* Oh dearest. You haven't been to the mortal realm in quite a while have you?

Bottom: *gestures around* Not outside of this bar.

Acrathia: Dearest, you have been immortalized in a classic work of literature. Anyone with a half decent education knows who you are.

Bottom: *brightening* Heheh! So the poet got published after all! *he takes a gulp of his drink* What was his name... Shakeyboots? No... Shakey... ah, Shakeysomething. I thought he was just teasing me!

Acrathia: *amused by the whole exchange* No love I can assure you Shakespeare became quite famous with as he called it " A Midsummers Nights Dream" and many other stories.

Bottom: *snorts in laughter* It was much more than a dream, I can tell you. Titania and I kept in touch for years afterward.

Acrathia: Oh I am fond of Titania. She would never treat me with the same fear and loathing the other Seelie love to grace me with. I rather like Oberon as well, he never trusted me much, but he was fun to fluster.

Bottom: *laughs* That old hothead! Yeah, I liked him, too. He always had good wine on him.

Acrathia: the grouchy bastard would never let me drink with him, on the account I drugged the wineskin of one of his huntsman with a potion that turned him into.a boar. *starts laughing a just the thought of the story she is about to tell* There they were chasing this boar that they had no idea was once one of their companions. *starts laughing harder* and all the time the boar is squealing trying desperately trying to escape his former friends. Finally Oberon corners the beast, and is about to impale the beast, when I pop up and tell him why it wouldn't be su h a good idea to have pork chops that night.*starts laughing hysterically*

Bottom: *laughs his raucous braying laugh* Oh! *he wipes a tear from his eye* That's priceless! Someone hadta stick it to th'old man. Y'know, I like you. You're fun.

Acrathia: *looks serious for a moment then smiles* That is because you don't know me fully yet, or you're drunk, or a combination of the two. But yo did just complement me, and I did just completely disregard it, so thank you Bottom, you are rather enjoyable yourself.

She came out kinda cute herself. ^_^ Seems prone to the giggles, though; here's hoping she doesn't mind them coming out a little different. But with that opinion of Bottom, I like her odds!

She's certainly his type, if he'd let himself go after her >w<