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[byanyname]

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either leave a message (or set of muses) for one of my assholes, or request a message from one of them. choose messages from the classic source, from your own skull, or whatever you may please.

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[loyalless]

To be fair, I also have little enough use for myself.

Borrow them if you like. Only put them back when you've finished; I'm not going to force that task on Wallace.

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[lostyourheart]

Really. Have you ever known me to be anything but tidy?

Thank you.

[...]

Perhaps I could sit with you while I read.

If I am perfectly quiet, and make no trouble for you.

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[lostyourheart]

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Please?

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[loyalless]

I'm not sure what the point would be.

You might try, if you wish.

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[loyalless]

And if you should choose to make trouble once in a while, I suppose I might not argue.

[lostyourheart]

Now, really.

What do you suppose the point would be, if you must guess at my motivations?

[loyalless]

I'm not fond of guessing games.

[lostyourheart]

To make trouble, of course.

And to be near my husband, whose companionship I enjoy on occasion.

[loyalless]

You ARE a walking agitator, aren't you? Unmanageable and delinquent.

What ever shall I do with you?

Aside from gracing you with the gift of my consummate company.

[lostyourheart]

Mother says I was an uproar from the moment I was born. I see no reason to change my behavior when it has worked so well for me until now.

Can you imagine it, if I were some sort of frail and shrinking little thing?

Like Venetia!

Likely I wouldn't be married to you, but rather some young and dull man in Sleepy Hollow How terribly bored you would be with me.

[loyalless]

Venetia? Lord. You know as well as I that I don't fizzle into 'um's nearly often enough for her taste. Nor do I know or care the first thing about ships.

There's also the fact that I've passed into the no-man's land of my forties. As I was so recently reminded.

In any case, I don't believe I would be aware we shared the same house. I'd know I was married only by rumor, and by Wallace's insistence that yes, there IS another living being dwelling with us.

[lostyourheart]

Speaking of Venetia, Cassandra witnessed a spectacle between Dorothea, Permelia, and that Beatty fellow that resulted in wine being thrown directly on the poor dear.

Not that I care for the gossip mind you, but we have been in this house 'mourning' for so long that even hearing the tale second-hand is a breath of fresh air.

If I do not have some diversion soon, I shall go mad.

I shall become a gossip.

[loyalless]

Please. You haven't the unflagging malice required of a chronic gossip. An amateur gossip I might believe, but that can be cured easily enough.

Have Wallace take you for a walk, if you're so direly in need of fresh air. Not that the air here is particularly appealing.

Cassandra. Remind me, she's the one who...?

[lostyourheart]

The new one. Short, with grey streaks in her hair.

She's a friend of D

She and I have mutual acquaintances.

[loyalless]

I have a vague recollection.

I assume we met her at one of those godforsaken parties.

[lostyourheart]

You did, yes. I met her elsewhere.

She's a lovely girl, and new to Manhattan.

And she hates Madeleine. You'll warm to her.

[loyalless]

The same way I've warmed to so many over the course of my life?

Despising Madeleine is a mark of good character, but it's no guarantee I'll find this Cassandra acceptable.

[lostyourheart]

Well, suit yourself.

I like her a good deal. She is unlike the rest of them.

[loyalless]

If you're so eager to be out of the house, why not pay her a visit?

You'll take Wallace with you, of course.

And update me as you go.

[lostyourheart]

What?

Why on earth should I do either?

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No, no - I didn't mean to sound contrary. I shall if you think it best, but -

Why not Johanna? Why would you not wish Wallace to remain with you? Why do you wish me to update you

[loyalless]

It's [ ... ... ] only a precaution.

[ Ha ha he'd been hoping she wouldn't ask, just accept it and move on, only when has she ever been so obliging? He doesn't want her leaving without an escort (lord, as if Johanna could count for anything of the sort). He also doesn't want to dwell on the fact that yes, he'd be willing to send Wallace with her, which means that he'd be willing to remain in this house unprotected and alone for the sake of—

Well. He has wine, doesn't he? That's as good a protection as anything. ]

[lostyourheart]

Against what?

Are you -

Worried about me?

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Treavor, the fate that befell your family is obviously - obviously - not going to befall me. Or you, for that matter.

[loyalless]

I'm no simpleton, Katrina. I know THAT.

Lord, I'm not worried about you falling to your own poison, and I'd certainly hope you wouldn't

What I'm concerned about isn't.

[ You know what? When he tries to put it into words, it sounds ridiculous. Improbably.

But not. But never impossible. ]

In the event that they haven't died, I'd rather they not converge on you alone.

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[lostyourheart]

...Wh

What?

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[lostyourheart]

I thought you were truly concerned ab