I Have Another Thought.

[eagle_of_words]

Well, as I understand it, quite a few of us share headspace with others of us.

What's that like for you, my dear ones? There're two others in here with me, not counting M. Verne, who's quite the handful always busy somewhere else not sexy enough "an author" and seems to consider himself exempt

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[tie_the_nott]

I share space with two, or one if we count the number of journals.

It's a nighmare.

[which_is_which]

Ha!

We love you, too, Nott.

But he's right. It's a nightmare.

[naturestrangled]

Lord Henry Wotton reminds me in many ways of Prince Paul (who is part of the reason I was sent to kill my love.)

Needless to say, I am not quite happy with the arrangement. *scowls*

[visiblemystery]

Ever so fond of you too, dear girl. *grin*

Miss Sabouroff forgot to mention the Deadmentalking puppets. Sarah Bernhardt is a charming lady, but I am not sure what to think of Mary Wollstonecraft.

[eagle_of_words]

My typist says she envies you for Mlle. Wollstonecraft, which may tell you exactly what to think. *grin*

[visiblemystery]

Ms. Wollstonecraft is an interesting woman, to say the least, but I do not think she enjoys my company much. My secretary adores her, of course.

[jehan_prouvaire]

I share space with two others....Franz Kafka is an utterly lovely person to be with, but the other....well, I won't speak illy of him, but he's rather..intimidating. *bows his head*

[eagle_of_words]

Oh, my pauvre petit poete. *snuggles* My typist has read Metamorphosis, and she tells me that indeed M. Kafka must be rather intimidating.

[jehan_prouvaire]

*blushes* I actually do like him. He's a bit odd, but a very agreeable person. :)

[eagle_of_words]

Good to know, poete. *grins*

[angstingpainter]

I'm currently alone... all alone. My typist is thinking about getting another pupper eventually, because I am too quiet for some of her purposes, it would seem.

[eagle_of_words]

You lucky man, you. *grins* You are a tad sedate, however--how would you feel about sharing headspace with The Invisible Man?

[angstingpainter]

...The Invisible Man? I don't quite know what you're talking about. It doesn't sound healthy.

My typist thinks I'll get less boring eventually. She has Plans. "Not just 'plans'," she says, "Plans." I am afraid.

[eagle_of_words]

It isn't; I'm quite sure you don't want to know. He isn't, I'll only say, a quiet fellow.

I should be too. Capital Letters always seem to be harbingers of Doom. Poor fellow.

[valetudinarius]

I share space with two others here (the fish doesn't count in the least), and then another two at Dead Men Talking. My typist tends to spend much more time over here, though, lucky for me. They're mostly all alright, though.

Coherency is overrated, my darling Bossuet, you're much too charming when you're rambling about nothing in particular.

Did you get the oranges? *grins*

[eagle_of_words]

You tease. Now I'll be up all night trying to guess which two. *plays with his Joly's hair*

Oh, why thank you. That improves everything. *kisses*

At half-price, too. My first stroke of luck in two years.

[valetudinarius]

Tease? 'S my middle name. *sighs and wraps his arms around him*

*kisses back* Doesn't it just, though?

Ah, brilliant! You're lucky enough I should think, just not in matters like buying things, and walking.

Any chance you could get into chat? I've been awfully out of it with my darlings.

[eagle_of_words]

Yes, I know. *grins and returns the favour*

More than you know, beautiful one. *soft little kisses for his neck and cheeks*

Well, yes, true. After all, I know you and 'Chetta, and I should be the world's greatest liar and ungrateful fool if I didn't consider that lucky.

Yes, yes, of course. Just give the typist a moment to finish with her 'e-mail'.