dear_mun | re: moving to dw

You know I will miss Nuala and Edward if they cannot bring themselves to follow. Meta the hell of out them, babydoll, bring me my greatest loves! God's teeth, Quinn would be the sweetest of gifts to me here even if that little hellion Mona dragged on his heels. Take Claudia to me! Take Marius and throw him toward these open arms, he'll be weeping within the week if I disappear for too long, no matter the scathing sweetness his red devil whispers by way of comfort. You know how they are, ma chérie, we'll have to rock on either way.

So!

New coat, crushed velvet in cobalt, silver embroidery of arabesques all down the front in the old-style. You'll give it to me, won't you? You know it. Chantilly soaked into my new silk shirts over here in memory of Aunt Queen, the old darling was a rave of inspiration for us all. Bring me home to myself if nowhere else, sweetheart, do it as fast as possible or I couldn't bear the most minor of accented differences.

I want Louis, he must be here. He must be with me.

You're ripping apart a family and it isn't endearing in the slightest, watch out for your own personal Goblin. I'd call it your conscience.