.:XIV:. In the glimmering light of the ink-lined room with crooked walls and straight gobelins
The Leeches are mine. Rejoice, all ye olde filth.
[Private to Self]
It is getting tighter and tighter and soon there won't be air enough for everyone to breathe. Hack them up and down and on and off. Left and right.
[/Private to Self]
[Private to Millicent]
Coming back - all the weakling parasites, none of which turned out good for anything. One - a loud obnubilation, another - a funny little boi. Add to that the disappointments that the Malfoys and Parkinsons are. And even Perry with his fucking condition. Not a decent one. Although, I guess Flint could be useful. Quite the vicious one.
Be especially careful, cara mia, with your tongue - long and supple.
I want trout for dinner. Be a nice little girl and have it ready for me. No time for scouting out in restaurants.
[/Private to Millicent]
[Added 27 minutes later in a different scrawl:]
Inside the
golden sph
ere I lie- A
nd look at
serpent's c
hildren die.
[Private to Self]
It is getting tighter and tighter and soon there won't be air enough for everyone to breathe. Hack them up and down and on and off. Left and right.
[/Private to Self]
[Private to Millicent]
Coming back - all the weakling parasites, none of which turned out good for anything. One - a loud obnubilation, another - a funny little boi. Add to that the disappointments that the Malfoys and Parkinsons are. And even Perry with his fucking condition. Not a decent one. Although, I guess Flint could be useful. Quite the vicious one.
Be especially careful, cara mia, with your tongue - long and supple.
I want trout for dinner. Be a nice little girl and have it ready for me. No time for scouting out in restaurants.
[/Private to Millicent]
[Added 27 minutes later in a different scrawl:]
Inside the
golden sph
ere I lie- A
nd look at
serpent's c
hildren die.