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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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[halfdozenoftheother]

No. Never your brother.

[ There. Now he's beginning to grow agitated, cheeky as this woman plays, much as she dares... Well, is that meant to be a threat?

As if she gives any cause for concern. There's nothing she can enact against him, but the sad attempt at intimidation rankles. Amuses. And rankles. ]

Humorous.

We'll see you long you're counted glad.

How long you'll keep content with our wounded lamb.

Incurable, that one. Try your "honey" as you will.

[lostyourheart]

No need at all for quotations. It was hardly euphemistic.

I am not nearly so crass as to discuss the finer points of our interactions, much less to refer to them with innuendo such as that.

Brother dear, when I say honey, I mean the substance found in hives.

And when I suggest your physicians are confidence men with snake oil instead of cures, I mean that you are fools for retaining them.

[halfdozenoftheother]

Bitch of a

Still. Crass enough to fuck him in our home. Creep in like the common whore you are.

No. Less than that. Unpaid, unskilled.

You speak beyond your knowledge.

See who laughs when everything falls.

Cure it for a time. See how every effort fails.

[lostyourheart]

I speak precisely my knowledge.

And act precisely according to my skill.

Ought you laugh at any downfall I encounter? Our fortunes will be so inextricably linked.

What fortunes we have between us.

Perhaps it is easier to laugh when you need not fall far.

[halfdozenoftheother]

[ A pause. A minute, two minutes slip by.

He's angry. He'll need a target for his anger.

The bitch won't do. Distant as she is. He'll need an immediate target.

One of the servants. He sends a summons. Flicks a sneer, pacing. ]

Ill-fitting ideas you entertain.

[ ... ]

The convalescent babbles at the first sign of a coddling hand or a throbbing prick.

Let your boldness damn you.

[lostyourheart]

You told me of your financial situation long before he did.

"Are you prepared to suffer for our insolvent?" you asked me.

What draws you to babbling?

[halfdozenoftheother]

Upstart bitch.

[ He should stop there. Probably. Probably.

Should wait for the servant to arrive. Work out his anger that way, privately.

And yet. ]

I would see you bound and strung.

Prey kept for evisceration.

Brazen snatch though you are, you'd make a serviceable specimen.