I. Light is Spent.

[maleficentia]

As the French say, tais-toi. Collectively, if you please

Comments

[hatesbears]

Well, well, WELL. If you INSIST.

[maleficentia]

I do, of course. Cuts through all the disingenuous twattery. As it were.

[hatesbears]

Any requests, cuppycake? But do keep in mind I don't fucking do it pro bono.

[maleficentia]

Wouldn't want to tamper with your winning formula. Let the master work, I always say.

[bibbetyboo]

You detest everyone. Like this is news.

[maleficentia]

[The pen is pressed very hard against the page until Asher remembers himself]

News to people that aren't, bless them, you. I'm making things simpler for myself.

[bibbetyboo]

Perhaps they don't want simplicity for you?

[maleficentia]

I doubt that it's possible I could care any less what "they" want, thank you kindly.

[bramblesgaveway]

[maleficentia]

[Pauses at the overwhelming sense of unhappy memories.]

There's a club? Well, that makes things convenient.

[bramblesgaveway]

[maleficentia]

What fun. Need I send in an application?

[strucktwelve]

Then to what, pray, do we owe the honour?

[maleficentia]

Nothing terribly noble, I'm afraid.

[strucktwelve]

Just letting everyone know just how much you don't care?

[maleficentia]

No; letting them know how much I hate--there's quite a difference. This way, we can get all the pleasantries out of the way at the outset.

How are you, Prudence? Columbia's eating up so much real estate these days, I hardly see my colleagues.

...not that, mind you, that's generally a reason for me to complain.

[tookeen]

YAY HONESTY!

[maleficentia]

I'm glad you approve, my dear.