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[impure_tale]

I find myself in better spirits of late. Renate does not tire me so easily on her walks any longer, though they are still rather trying. I do not go into the enclosure without my cane because I will find myself leaning upon it sooner or later. The pain returns like clockwork, but not so intensely. Often in other ways, as though the small ruptures in bone are not the problem so much as every organ, nerve, and sliver of muscle around them are working especially hard not to come into contact with them. It's a feeling of strain, most certainly.

Not the manner of agony I would use to inspire me, I'm afraid. I would thank Monsieur Sexby again but I fear at present all he shall do is stare at me blankly, like a cow at an oncoming coach. I cannot trouble myself with such things as memory loss, for I am feeling nostalgic.

I remember when I first came to the barge I found myself rather smitten with an innocent young Warden who had come aboard, by name of Giselle. It is so very, very rare that I feel the impulse to slip away from my familiar and comfortable perversions, the amusement that comes of shocking the more conservative, of discourse with persons given to a greater plane of understanding when it comes to my playful eccentricities. On occasion yes, even I find myself desirous of the preservation of more...innocent inclinations. Giselle was one such individual, perhaps because her innocence was so very genuine. This might come of the fact that she seemed to have existed in a world free of the evils that scarred the cratered, bloodsopped landscape that was my first life. I deigned to offer my arm as a gentleman would. I spoke sweet odes, wooed her as I would the gentle ladies and courtesans of my youth, tried ever-so-hard not to permit my body its characteristic stirrings when she would throw my arms about my neck and embrace me, trusting always my intentions and never knowing the struggles that come of traitorous bloodflow. It was some months before I no longer suffered such instinctual responses, and our relationship had changed considerably, understandably.

She and my Paviche, perhaps my two great loves aboard this ship, and of two very different breeds. My mind is too often set upon my work and little else. I rather think I would relish my next glorious pursuit, and so long as my dear Prefect is content to continue playing hard to get, I suppose I shall have to choose another, oui?

L'amour, my barge. We should all benefit from a little more of it in our lives.

Comments

[acid_rayne]

"Traitorous bloodflow", huh?

I gotta' remember that one...

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I try, Madame.

[vampish_aleera]

I miss her, but... As with one other, do not think arriving, anew, would be healthy.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

We are of similar minds, cheri.

[paranoidcreator.livejournal.com]

Like the man said, All you need is love.


[He has no idea who you are Marquis, and even then...he's Disney. All the Disney.]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

And what man was that?

[der-umgekehrte.livejournal.com]

You sound a bit like a Malcontent. With respect and no insult to his family.

[He sounds... intrigued. Sounding like the Malcontent isn't a bad thing in the slightest. Stoshi sounded a bit like this, meandering and over-elegant, when he was in his cups... and that was never a bad thing either.]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

You enunciate that word in a way that says to me you mean a specific person and not as the general term.

[Private]

[expectremorse.livejournal.com]

...what work?

[Private]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I'm a Warden, in case you've forgotten.

[requiresssacrifice]

L'amour is messy. I don't see why people pursue it. It's bad enough when it falls into your lap. [JK HE LOVES YOU, IAGO.]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I don't see you renouncing it, however.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, he's not passing this up.]

Is it now? The things I learn...

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

That certainly was...gentlemanly of you.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

It was, wasn't it?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I agree with Rex. Everything involved in the physical expression of affection is... damp and awkward.

[/HARDEST TO GET EVER]

[truth_is_cold]

I find that most awkwardness is of your own making, and the dampness is a good contributor.

[He might have managed to get himself a little bit drunk. Many apologies to Prefect.]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Not always, cherub.

[requiresssacrifice]

I don't really find that bothersome until after the act is complete. Then it is awkward. [BECAUSE EVERYONE NEEDS TO KNOW HIS THOUGHTS ON DAMPNESS.]

[Audio]

[gammabruce]

That was... an interesting read, sir. I agree on that last bit. But. I hardly think the Barge is any place for love. [Spoken like someone who's had to run away from his own. Like, a lot. /FOREVERALONE.JPG]

[creatingalegacy]

You're a little too focused on fucking to be the man who coined the word sadism. You know the definition's broadened a little over the centuries, right?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

I didn't coin the word. I inspired it.

[inhumandog.livejournal.com]

A benefit, hm? For some, perhaps.

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Are we in a mood today, my treasure?

[private/voice]

[young-idealist.livejournal.com]

I still cannot help but wonder if it's all... worth the heartache.

[private/voice]

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Absolutely.

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

Pardon me, sir, but what exactly has Sexby done?

[impure-tale.livejournal.com]

Some months ago, before the two of you quite suddenly forgot the years you've spent here, Monsieur Sexby came to my room to talk. He became angry, attacked me, and beat me within an inch of my life, resulting in several broken ribs. I've been recovering from the complications this has caused me since.

Sorry, Crane's in a mood. :c

[doctor-j-crane.livejournal.com]

No one cares about you or your feelings.