gonna paint the town and all that jazz~

[asheslikesnow]

Nice to finally speak with you this way, darling... I'd say it's quite overdo. Lucky for you, time doesn't matter nearly as much to me... as I'm sure you're well aware.

I know you say you're a busy girl, but I suppose if you insist on playing...
Well, then let's play. Go on and some fun then, shall we?

Comments

[checkmatedead]

[YOU LOOK FAMILIAR.]

ahahaha

[asheslikesnow]

Well now...
I have to say, you're not one I ever thought I'd see again.

[Running into your ex-husband is always awkward.]

;)

[checkmatedead]

Wife.

Thou look like a fate worse than death.

[But what else is new.]

8D

[asheslikesnow]

I'm not your wife anymore. Sorry if I never got to make it official.

Funny, I should be the one saying that about you. I'm not the one carrying a scepter with an orb for bilious slick.

Re: 8D

[checkmatedead]

Thou can never be apart from us. We own thee.

[He gets really agitated about this. I mean, obviously he loves still regards you as his possession. And he will continue to do so as long as he's alive! Which won't be much longer, but details!]

We had thought that the REGAL STATURE would offend thine sensibilities. When we heard of thine exile we were...

Most

Disappointed.

[He slaughtered his own battalion. And not in the happy way.]

[asheslikesnow]

Hate to be the one to tell you, but no one owns me.

[Not even her new "employers." She seems them as powerful allies, but little else. Not that they're aware of that.
Lowly, she chuckles.]

Guess I'm just a heartbreaker.

[checkmatedead]

We. Do.

[And that's final! ...so he thinks.]

We know of that proficiency well. It is very irritating.

[And hot.]

[asheslikesnow]

Oh look, I can actually say "You and what army?" now, because you don't have one anymore.

Then why stay so hung up on me? Plenty of other dames in the kingdom you could slap that filthy ring on.

[checkmatedead]

[For the longest time his eyes just look furious. Both faces look to start talking, but they both stop short. This happens multiple times before he finally is able to utter.]

None of them are ... my wife.

[asheslikesnow]

[She only smirks, almost as if she's enjoying seeing him like this. Which she probably is.]

They could be. What's stopping you?

[checkmatedead]

This is FOOLISHNESS. This conversation is OVER.

[asheslikesnow]

Good. 'Cause I've got better things to do than bump gums with such a stiff.

[cueball]

You shouldn't push someone busy into games. It isn't polite.

[asheslikesnow]

I guess you're the master of absolutely perfect manners.

[Said in a bit of a teasing manner. She knows he sure thinks he is.]

[cueball]

Only a guess? I assure you it is nothing you need to contemplate. It is fact.

[asheslikesnow]

According to you. But I suppose you're never wrong, are you, with your doctorate in omniscience?

[cueball]

Correct. I know everything. There isn't a single thing I don't know. And, if for some reason there is, then I will quickly learn it seconds later.

[asheslikesnow]

Fair enough. Though manners and knowledge you may have, modesty you certainly do not.

[cueball]

I don't need to be modest. I'm an excellent host and I know it. There is no need to deny who I am. Wouldn't you think the same for yourself?

[asheslikesnow]

Of course. But as far as modesty goes, at least I can fake it.
Not that I'd ever need to. They should already know the universe revolves around me.

[Quite literally.]