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♥ ~ Alexiel! We've a k i t t y! ~ ♥
Well. I understand most acquire an animal from the fellow, but is there truly anything especially wrong about our acquiring him ~ ♥ ~ ? Tho~ught so! We're calling it... SKIPPY!
The trifles foremost, yes? Something frail and something nice, something dead and some bone dice ~ ♥
♥ ~ Tin-tin soldier? ? Do get on with peeling an orange or two dozens: perfectly cleaned and none of the white : bi ~ tter. And with haste, for the Little Lord Puppet swept his strings so. Hoppity-hop-hop to it ~ !
♠ ~ I do rather believe I was promised murder, and I was promised blood, and I see the none of it. Ai~zen ! In~graaam! If you intend to coerce me into some false sense of security or dependency, hence preparing the stage for the ultimate moment of backstab savy, by all means, pull your act together and make it worth my sweet, innocent debutante while! Because presently, I’m daintily tapping a rather silk-clad foot - Kirie, did you abduct my leather boots?! - and I want words so given honoured, and I want it all NOW NOW NOW. Thank you.
♦ ~ Riddle-prize. Stop sulking. Oh ~ ♥ ~ and blood, yes? The kitty mustn’t hunger. Find a vampire or three or do what you will.
♣ ~ You… don’t forget your place in the hierarchy ~ ♥
Truly, all so very taxing on my precious nerves, how is a helpless angel to cope ~ ♥ ~ ? Why, to think. Even the precious sister would afford me little interest, least of all affection.
The cards of an era are the cards of a God.
The kings, heralding the monarchs of time lost and time waged and for~gotten , haughty and miserable in their namesakes’ distinction: David, Alexander, Caesar, Charlemagne. The queens, such masked whores: Rahila, Iudita, an assortment of two other Greek deities. And of course, Lancelot de Luc standing for the Jack of Clubs, Roger the Dane as the Spades’ second, Hector of Troy for Diamonds and silly-silliest-darling-die La Hire for everyone’s especial cups of poison.
The erotic principles of every Royal Flush : ménage à trios et à la carte.
Such idle talk of wagers and playing to win, or playing what is given. Keep shuffling, and you get….
ACE | KING | QUEEN | JACK | DECA
I saw a daisy. It was black. Like your spades. Like your soul. Like a c l i c h e e and cigarettes sunk in milk and the first little sip of an Amen.
And yet… cards will always be just cards… won’t they, One of Thrones ~ ♥ ~ ?
Drop some, keep others. One a minimum, three a maximum. As the rules of game would have it, your wager. As I shall have it, your choice.
[ ooc : …because, damn it, threatening 1000001 individuals in the same post takes energy, and bad, bad, BAD things happen when he's quiet for too long? ;__; ! ]