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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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[lostyourheart]

You needn't wait much longer.

[loyalless]

And WHAT did Wallace once

Did he.

Shall I send Madeleine a message? Reassure her that any torments inflicted through distance will be eased, that she need not fear for my wife's well-being? That it's dear of her to display such concern. That we're both very much aware of every ounce of kindness she shows us.

Regarding reciprocation, I see your point. Perhaps. Still, you may expect my INTENSITY to continue apace once you burst through our doors.

[lostyourheart]

He only told me you - and your intensity, for that matter - were easier to handle at a certain time of day, if I was of a mind to seek your friendship.

He was incorrect. You'll recall I brought you wine? You flustered me then just as you did today. Exactly as you did today.

[...]

I hardly care about Madeleine's concern; I simply have no wish to associate her smirk with my husband's very deft hand on my thigh.

Hers is a face that wishes to be slapped.

[loyalless]

'Handling' me. Yes, well, Wallace would know a thing or two about that.

As if I'm so difficult to manage.

...DON'T say anything. I know I'm not—

No matter.

Yes, I remember the wine. I don't remember seeing you flustered. I do remember finding you less a nuisance than I'd expected. I remember— I didn't quite mind. That you were near.

Perhaps it's fortunate you braved that approach. Perhaps Wallace knew what he was doing, after all.

And perhaps it's time someone gave Madeleine the slap she deserves. Or some equivalent retaliation.

[lostyourheart]

Whether you noticed it or not - I blatantly told you that I found appeal in the idea of playing affectionate with you. I have never veiled my honesty as much as you might believe.

Wallace knew exactly what he was doing.

No more talk of Madeleine. I'm home, and you promised solitude, intensity, and - to soothe my anguish, if I recall.

[loyalless]

No? Perhaps the trouble is you're the first earnest person I've met in years.

In any case, you'll have your chance for affection now. As will I.

I'm here for you, my honest minx. You need not worry. And before we've finished, I'll ease every ounce of your pain away.