Love Scene
The curtain raises.
“Oh, Mary-Anne!”
“Oh, L’rlauarr!”
On the left was a humanoid being, though to call it humanoid would be a blasphemy of the human form–tentacles and stretched limbs adorned his entire apparel, marking him one of the hellspawned unspeakables known as The Deep Ones. His form was thankfully hidden underneath a dapper gentleman Victorian suit and top hat lowered upon his misshapen head, with thousands of beady eyes peering underneath the brim. He was lowered down upon one knee as he flung his hand out to a beautiful lady in a prim white suit and soft features complimented with curly blonde hair, sending white flower petals scattering upon the air to her. The lady gasped as several touched her and lifted up her hands to timidly clutch at her heart.
“Can we not break the shackles of this oppressive life and the needless torments that shackle us down? Our hearts are the fragments of the keys, if only we united we could break the locks and soar into the heavens with our wings!” L’rlauarr groaned in a voice both gutteral and grating to the ear, every syllable strained by an alien tongue forcing itself to contort to the human language. His eyes glittered at her, the numerous possibilities of futures etched into his soft smile, each curve of his tentacles a photograph of the years they could spend together.
“L’rlauarr, if only life was so easy…” Mary-Anne choked on every single word, turning away from him and looking up at the sky, extending her hand to grasp at the air. “You and I share a troubled history, and only a tumultuous future awaits us if we dare to unite in such forbidden matrimony!”
L’rlauarr stood up and slithered ever-so-closer to her to leaving trails upon trails of slime across the stage, holding his multi-jointed spiked arms out to her. “Mary-Anne, must your negative adjectives weigh down the nouns of your message? We share a history indeed, and yes, a future awaits us if only we unite! Troubled, tumultuous, and forbidden are harsh words unbefitting your beauty and the happily-ever-after that you so deserve!”
Mary-Anne choked once more and flung herself into L’rlauarr’s arms, wrapping them tight around his waist, who responded in kind by interlocking his own as well as his tentacles around her back.
L’rlauarr continued, “Don’t you see how easily you sling yourself into the comforting grasp of your beloved? Don’t you feel your heart pulling you to your destiny with the only man who can love you in the way you love him?”
“L’rlauarr, can you truly be the water to my blossoming flower? I’m wilting from my heart’s starvation, the harsh sun’s beating rays pounding down leave me to rot!”
“I will be your water and so much more, Mary-Anne. I will fulfill you like nothing else ever has…and together, we will build a bright and shining future cemented with every brick hand-crafted by our hearts.”
The two come together in a kiss, which brings up a lot of questions best left unanswered.
The curtain falls, and the audience applauses.
