.:XVI:. Fracturing--- like frail milk

[morsus_et_mors]

Hahahah.

[Private to Self]

Lady Bellatrix?
-- She could have. How uncouth.

But how murky this ink has gone. Burden Millicent with this,
she must look after my stationery. Or perhaps: do not trust her.

too much

Fingers have gone nimble over the past few days. In an attempt to disregard- what is left of disregarding.
Catch!Catch!

Increasingly, there has been a need for absinth. Absinth and the tattoo-maker mixed with a bit of Baudelaire. I could rest, find some peace, in the slow motion of this boredom. Caged, like sunset, between the bars.

[/Private to Self]

[Private to Millicent]

Darling,

I shall have Urquhart over for the weekend. Please, conveniently make yourself disappear into Knightsbridge for that time period.

Apart from us engaging in a few illicit affairs, this 'gentlemen only' party should not be of much interest to you.

Montague

[/Private to Millicent]

[Private to Ethan]

Feeling like engaging in excessive abuse of all illicit substances known? Or, perhaps, in hunting down some phantom herds of reindeers?

I'm bored. Millicent shall be out of the mansion for the weekend. Feel free to drop by.

Montague

[/Private to Ethan]