painteddollI don't care if it's YOUR name, too, it's all stupid and you should both stop, right now, in your tracks, before you have to start telling people there are three - no, FOUR! - disgusting creatures that I hate more than words can say, so I don't even bother saying.
Listen to your unruly pet beast. He understands, like Lucifer, that some of us only need to remember what's important. And even if that mythical someday comes when, oh, suddenly this little broken head is filled with nonsense and reminders of someone else, long ago, do you think it matters? Will any of them think it actually MATTERS?
...Your invalid little side story does not count. And neither does my Scorpion who, as you'll have me believe, will hardly be even that, if your stupid little fantasy has its way.
So, no. I don't want your middle name. I don't want your first names or last names or any names or books or wings or dresses or flesh or heartache or dinner or jazz or fair-weather friends. I don't care if HE looks like a gunslinger or a vampire or the little girl's father. We never really loved him, anyway.
Oh! And look at that. Quite literally NO MERCY. It's true, you were both trying to be too clever and look where it got you! Now you look doubly the fool.
And do you really think, in all truth, that you'd be the one selected to undress for the Toymaker? You stupid girl. They'll take my sweet girl prick, instead, because you know your queen will offer her. Stop being so silly about everything. Keep your lips pressed together and brace yourself.
I expect better from you.