The Futility of Wishes

[vicioussweetie]

Gods, sometimes I wish artists weren't so temperamental. If they weren't geniuses, I wouldn't have any patience for them at all; as it is, I have very little, and they're quickly wearing it out.

Time, I think, for a vacation.

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[chill_whispers]

Oh, love, what has happened?

[vicioussweetie]

Henry tried to quit.

[chill_whispers]

Henry? The composer, who is working on your musical Shakespeare? Oh, darling, tell me he is not lost to us!

[vicioussweetie]

Not yet, at least; I hope! I've offered him a job as my personal assistant. I really should rest more, the twins are really tiring me out. He can run errands and take phone calls and all that sort of thing. Hopefully being out of his icky job will help.

[hammerofhell]

My love... What is wrong?

And to where would you like to go on a vacation?

[vicioussweetie]

People. People are wrong.

I'm thinking a week in the country will be good for everyone.

[hammerofhell]

They... often are. People can be... quite foolish at times. Idiotic, even.

I think that it would as well. How may I help you arrange this?

[vicioussweetie]

You can find something else to do. It'll all be freaks, you wouldn't enjoy it.