Isaac (Laforeze) (
relictusdeus) wrote in
dear_mun2012-10-08 02:37 am
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No you don't, tag drive! Come back here!
[Isaac sucks in his breath through pursed lips as if something pains him.]
Such a pity when things do not go your way; the control over me you fancy yourself having is slipping.
[HEY, no way, man. You're still a muse of mine.]
...Ah, but the look in your eyes begs to differ. Soon will come the day when you will rue having thought me a stringed puppet to please your whims. Enjoy it while you can, my dearest mundane, for I assure you that I shall enjoy breaking free and tearing your mind apart... just a little more.
[A smile spreads across his face, and he then bites into a red, crunchy apple as if an ugly threat weren't left hanging in the air.]
Mn. I'm so very glad you and I could converse. I believe you can agree that communication... is of the essence.
Such a pity when things do not go your way; the control over me you fancy yourself having is slipping.
[HEY, no way, man. You're still a muse of mine.]
...Ah, but the look in your eyes begs to differ. Soon will come the day when you will rue having thought me a stringed puppet to please your whims. Enjoy it while you can, my dearest mundane, for I assure you that I shall enjoy breaking free and tearing your mind apart... just a little more.
[A smile spreads across his face, and he then bites into a red, crunchy apple as if an ugly threat weren't left hanging in the air.]
Mn. I'm so very glad you and I could converse. I believe you can agree that communication... is of the essence.
