Brand spanking new muse, voicetesting so hard

[loveandlanguish]

I must say, dear lady, you've had some messed up character ideas in your day, but this might take the cake. Seriously, I'm considering calling your therapist right now on your behalf, because this is just not healthy.

What, you don't have a therapist? Ah, that'd be your problem there.



Not that I'm trying to change your mind for you or anything, because so far all the ideas you've had about where to send me are brilliant. Lots of people things to do. Mortals to muck about with. A wife to avoid. All my favourite pastimes, really.


All I'm saying is, I'm pretty weird. As far as character ideas go. Not complaining, just putting it out there. Admitting you have a problem is the first step blah blah everything and all that.

Now tell me more about these 'sex games'...



Sincerely,

O. Baron

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[loveandlanguish]

[Eye squinting at you.]

Did you get another one of those 'make-overs'?

[faeriekin]

I know not of what thou speak.

[loveandlanguish]

If this is another one of those sex roleplays, 'Tania, you agreed about giving me ten hours' notice next time.

[faeriekin]

Have care what words thou speak'st, Lord.

[loveandlanguish]

This 'lord' business is rather refreshing, I haven't heard that one in a few centuries.

[faeriekin]

An whither hast thou left thy manners? Centuries behind?

[loveandlanguish]

Oh, probably. Not convinced I had them in the first place, I just used to put more effort into sounding like I did.

[faeriekin]

Much preferable, methinks.

[loveandlanguish]

I could compare thee to a summers day, my dearest darlingest wife, if I believed you wouldn't be peeved at me anyway.

[faeriekin]

An' be it not earned, Lord Husband?

[loveandlanguish]

Alright, what the hell was I supposed to have done this time?

[faeriekin]

Shall I tell thee? Or wouldst thou rather guess?

[loveandlanguish]

You know me, I'm not keen on guessing.

[faeriekin]

Mayhap, then, I shall grant thee the practice.