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Sep. 24th, 2010 03:58 am[Filter: Private]
Oh, Eliza, I have to confess to you. Anita is so easy to manipulate, it's almost not even fun. A few sad words about Adelaide, and she's not only forgotten all about pestering me for a betrothal, she's completely and totally devoted to my happiness. I could ask her for any single thing right now, and she'd give it without question. Now that is desperation.
You, on the other hand ... you're more fun. I wasn't sure that I could get you to invite me to your sister's wedding, yet, here we are. It took every bit of my not unconsiderable cunning, yet it was rewarding and satisfying in the end. This is what a hunt should feel like, not spearing fish in a barrell like Anita.
Of course, I'm going to need to ask myself soon why I'm putting off matrimony. Grief only goes so far, and it might be nice to have a nubile young thing under my sway. I wonder what she'd think of my ... proclivities. You, I feel might appreciate them a great deal, but Anita, oh, she's so fragile, so sweet, so wide-eyed. Which could be amusing, but not as satisfying as how I suspect you'd bloom to it.
Hm, but that's a thought. Would you be jealous, if I did marry Anita? I see your mouth go tight with I shower her with attention. What if you knew she was in my bed? What if I could manage to manipulate her into going for you, looking for advice on how to please a husband? That would be interesting.
But not yet. I'm not ready, not yet. You'll have to wait, the both of you.
[Filter: Eliza, Anita]
So! Should we exchange gifts now, or wait until later afternoon?
Oh, Eliza, I have to confess to you. Anita is so easy to manipulate, it's almost not even fun. A few sad words about Adelaide, and she's not only forgotten all about pestering me for a betrothal, she's completely and totally devoted to my happiness. I could ask her for any single thing right now, and she'd give it without question. Now that is desperation.
You, on the other hand ... you're more fun. I wasn't sure that I could get you to invite me to your sister's wedding, yet, here we are. It took every bit of my not unconsiderable cunning, yet it was rewarding and satisfying in the end. This is what a hunt should feel like, not spearing fish in a barrell like Anita.
Of course, I'm going to need to ask myself soon why I'm putting off matrimony. Grief only goes so far, and it might be nice to have a nubile young thing under my sway. I wonder what she'd think of my ... proclivities. You, I feel might appreciate them a great deal, but Anita, oh, she's so fragile, so sweet, so wide-eyed. Which could be amusing, but not as satisfying as how I suspect you'd bloom to it.
Hm, but that's a thought. Would you be jealous, if I did marry Anita? I see your mouth go tight with I shower her with attention. What if you knew she was in my bed? What if I could manage to manipulate her into going for you, looking for advice on how to please a husband? That would be interesting.
But not yet. I'm not ready, not yet. You'll have to wait, the both of you.
[Filter: Eliza, Anita]
So! Should we exchange gifts now, or wait until later afternoon?
