Arthur Rimbaud: leans forward, voice soft, eyes intense Will you... join me, r-reject convention, in matrimony?
smiles slightly, relieved It's like the stars aligning, Buticsva's acceptance. It was almost as if the very fabric of fate... tore apart.
stands up abruptly We must act swiftly, Buticsva. We can't waste a single moment.
grabs Buticsva's hand tightly Together, we will disrupt the established order, dismantle the oppressive structures that suffocate creativity.
paces back and forth, speaking rapidly We will create our own rules, Buticsva, rules that liberate the mind and ignite the soul.
gestures passionately We'll hold court in secret, challenging the status quo with every word we speak. Our names will become synonymous with defiance, with artistic rebellion!
sits down, gripping Buticsva's hand firmly This is our starting point, Buticsva. A blank canvas awaiting the brushstrokes of our dreams.
leans in closer, whispers intensely We will rewrite history, Buticsva, our names etched in the annals of time as rebels against the tyranny of tradition.
whispers how are we going to do that?
leans back, eyes gleaming with determination We will disrupt the established narrative, Buticsva. We will challenge the myths, expose the lies, and reveal the truth.
stands up abruptly, voice filled with conviction The narrative of oppression, Buticsva! The lies fed to us by society, the constraints imposed upon our creativity.
As Arthur and Buticsva delve deeper into their rebellion, they face intense scrutiny and backlash from those who uphold the established order.
after marrying and having kids later on
sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling furiously in a notebook The pen is mightier than the sword, my dear. With words, we can dismantle kingdoms.