-snickers-
Oh mystical goddess of love and beauty...
-she says the words love and beauty as though they were disgusting-
...tell me, don't you ever grow tired of these frivolous(sp?) things?
-is taken aback-
Pitiful? Ha! Pity is truly found in such superficial things, such as beauty.
...
but what is it worth, trying to convince you...
you who is driven by love. -sighs- I wonder if you have ever experienced heart break...
-a shadow of sadness passes over her face-
...
Then you are not the goddess of TRUE love. If you were to truly love someone, then you would try your best to never leave them, never hurt them...
never cause them heartbreak...
-a hurt look still lingers on her face, but her mood becomes challening and playful-
Bah, why am I getting so worked up over this? Love is simply an obstacle to my means. Just ignore it, Aoife, just ignore it...
...but I'm guessing you dwell on it. Live on it. Or rather live on your own definition of love...