Crossposted to dear player

[thecenter]

You know perfectly well what you've done, Madame Mundane (No Cher for you, not now) and perfectly well why I am furious right now. Not only do you let a newcomer come in and replace me in the affections of the one person who was willing to at least pretend at liking me, you've also given other headmates, most notably your precious favorite a chance at something that was, this time, supposed to be mine, that you had promised and plan to fail on delivering because something better has come along for Enjolras, yet again.

First, I lose someone I cared about to the man who destroyed what could have been my republic, and now I lose my chance at being alive, at being real to someone who I love, even though I was supposed to go next.

But then, I'm not as real to you as they are, am I? I am not allowed that chance again while they will have many.

It is good to discover where I lay in everyone's estimation, at least, I suppose, including yours. I did think you held me in some higher regard than that, but my mistake, I suppose, anyway.

It will not be the first time I've been shoved away for something else, now will it?

I hate this and you, and that all there is for me to do is once again accept it and perhaps get ready to move on from here. No point in staying, is there?

Apparently, no longer yours,
-Courfeyrac

muse revival; voicetesting? sure, voicetesting. god help me.

[beautifulyouth]

If you're so interested in this, why not give the other a try? I'm sure he'd be more cooperative.

[For a varying degree of "cooperate" that is, considering his nature as opposed this one's. Besides, the original is always better. Wait, this actiontext is turning slightly into mun text, damn. Also--]

But then you know she'd be missing ME, don't you neglect to think of that! I'm all the fun in this package deal of course.

he's in a mood

[il_dilettante]

Well, this is lovely. Hang on a bit, I think I've still a mass of cobwebs clinging about. It's been, oh...years dare I say? And no, whatever ideas are multiplying in that wicked little brain of your were not 'well worth the wait'.

I need to find a way to keep you from these evening of nostalgia. Oh sure, admit it ducky, you are far to old for puppy eyes and you are not my sister.

....bribes work. Bribes work rather well. Alright, I'll be game. See who this scares up then.