What in shit’s name is Regina planning toIt doesn’t bode well when our dear mayor attempts to rope you intoShe wants you within reach, she wants me within reach [ … ] I worry that she might
[ … ]
This suggestion from Mr. Humbert (from, perhaps, the mayor)—
Is it something you’d be interested in?
Either as a change from or in addition to your work at The Rabbit Hole; I don’t wish to see my Puppy overworked, but just as well, I know you take enjoyment in your stripping.
(No matter what the outcome, I’m afraid the mayor’s injunction toward perpetual clothedness is ill-fated. Your clothes will have to come off at some point, hm?
Inquiring Daddy demands to witness his Puppy bared in full. >;3)
[ … ]
I admit, Love, I am wary. Of course I don’t doubt your capacity for the role, nor for managing Regina. I know your strength of will, how perceptive you are. You outdo her in mind and in strength, in patience and in foresight (she never could see further than a month or two beyond the moment).
She’d be a fool to move against you.
(She is a fool, granted!, but she bears no death wish.) (In any case, I’ll ruin her if she tries anything— And if my Puppy hasn’t already torn her limb from limb. 😌✨)
It’s possible - perhaps probable - that she’s seen the wisdom in keeping you provisionally ‘on her side,’ or at least within her sight. She’s glimpsed some fraction of your capabilities; she sees you as an unknown element within her little world. Perhaps this is her way of ‘dealing with’ ‘the threat’ she sees in you. A way for her to sleep easier at night.
Of course, it’s also possible that she had no hand in this. Mr. Humbert appears to get on well with you, and I gather he was impressed by the way you carried yourself through the chaos we [ … ] recently endured.
Whatever their motives may be, you’re right to suggest that joining the station may bring advantages. The more Regina believes you to be cooperating with her game, the more she thinks she knows of you and of your whereabouts, the less scrutiny she’ll set on you. The more likely she is to trust you.
And regarding my little eccentricities— I’d argue that I could curb these habits for the sake of our shared peace. But in the first place, I’m not certain how reliably I could squelch them.
In the second, I [ … ] suspect that isn’t anything you’d ask, or wish.
You love me very well, Puppy, and wholly. It astonishes me still to think you know so much of what I am, and still you breathe encouragement only; acceptance of all that I am.
Lucky, Lucky Daddy.
Who has strayed off-point - but can I blamed, when I stray only to follow sun-strewn thoughts of my mate, and to speak his name with a smile gone daft? - and now returns to the matter at hand—
For me, the focal question remains: Is this something you’d like to do, my Love? You have your Desmond’s full-hearted support one way and every other.
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What in shit’s name is Regina planning toIt doesn’t bode well when our dear mayor attempts to rope you intoShe wants you within reach, she wants me within reach[ … ][ … ]
This suggestion from Mr. Humbert (from, perhaps, the mayor)—
Is it something you’d be interested in?
Either as a change from or in addition to your work at The Rabbit Hole; I don’t wish to see my Puppy overworked, but just as well, I know you take enjoyment in your stripping.
(No matter what the outcome, I’m afraid the mayor’s injunction toward perpetual clothedness is ill-fated. Your clothes will have to come off at some point, hm?
Inquiring Daddy demands to witness his Puppy bared in full. >;3)
[ … ]
I admit, Love, I am wary. Of course I don’t doubt your capacity for the role, nor for managing Regina. I know your strength of will, how perceptive you are. You outdo her in mind and in strength, in patience and in foresight (she never could see further than a month or two beyond the moment).
She’d be a fool to move against you.
(She is a fool, granted!, but she bears no death wish.) (In any case, I’ll ruin her if she tries anything— And if my Puppy hasn’t already torn her limb from limb. 😌✨)
It’s possible - perhaps probable - that she’s seen the wisdom in keeping you provisionally ‘on her side,’ or at least within her sight. She’s glimpsed some fraction of your capabilities; she sees you as an unknown element within her little world. Perhaps this is her way of ‘dealing with’ ‘the threat’ she sees in you. A way for her to sleep easier at night.
Of course, it’s also possible that she had no hand in this. Mr. Humbert appears to get on well with you, and I gather he was impressed by the way you carried yourself through the chaos we [ … ] recently endured.
Whatever their motives may be, you’re right to suggest that joining the station may bring advantages. The more Regina believes you to be cooperating with her game, the more she thinks she knows of you and of your whereabouts, the less scrutiny she’ll set on you. The more likely she is to trust you.
And regarding my little eccentricities— I’d argue that I could curb these habits for the sake of our shared peace. But in the first place, I’m not certain how reliably I could squelch them.
In the second, I [ … ] suspect that isn’t anything you’d ask, or wish.
You love me very well, Puppy, and wholly. It astonishes me still to think you know so much of what I am, and still you breathe encouragement only; acceptance of all that I am.
Lucky, Lucky Daddy.
Who has strayed off-point - but can I blamed, when I stray only to follow sun-strewn thoughts of my mate, and to speak his name with a smile gone daft? - and now returns to the matter at hand—
For me, the focal question remains: Is this something you’d like to do, my Love? You have your Desmond’s full-hearted support one way and every other.