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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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[onefellswoop]

Oh, no. Given the right market, you’ll find that a bit of haunting can enhance the value of most any item. Particularly in quaint New England backwaters, where local lore takes on an air of charm. Even more particularly when the lore carries with it a touch of moonstruck romance.

It’s no meager thing, to own a desk imbued with deathless adoration.

Fret not, though, my Puppy, my Exquisite, Honeyed Haunting: I value that desk far above what anyone can hope to pay.

You see, the lore now attached to this desk is dear to me. I brush fingertips across its surface, and feel my hand alight with quiet fire. I set eyes upon rosewood, and am captured by a hundred charming whispers, by the elixir of my own name. And I know the caress of fingers through my hair. And I know the ghost of an insatiable, exhilarative tongue.

It’s as if I touch this desk, and conjure you.

Nothing in the world could induce me toward its parting.

And after all, I would like that encore. Very, very much.

You, upon whom I mean to bestow endless kisses.

You, with deft and devastating hands.

You, whose smile, whose laughter heartens me like no other sign on earth.

You are brilliant, Jack; in soul and bearing alike. I hope you know that. I’d like for you to know it always.