Sweet William was in such pain that night, oh yes. I heard it call out to me, echoing off the cobbles and making the horses start in the street. Daddy and Grandmummy don't hear such things, and it isn't at all polite to tell them they're deaf when they don't know. But William's heart was screaming, screaming, screaming in my head. I followed, thinking he might make a lovely treat, but I saw him, and pennants flapped in the breeze and I knew he would joust for me with his great, long lance, make Daddy a lovely new friend, and annoy Grandmummy a bitsy more than I did.
Also, between us girls... he had a lovely bum, he did.
Thank you, dearie. I do love pretty things, silks and satins and frippery. It takes much work to find such things today, but when I see a lady, perhaps attending an opera (I do love opera, the high notes sound like death) or a wedding or the like, I always walk up to her and ask where she got such lovely things, and I listen very carefully to the answer and try hard to remember, which isn't easy at all, you know. Then, after I've killed her, I take her dress, for usually I've forgotten where it came from, and what else can I do?
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Date: 2008-04-04 11:41 pm (UTC)Also, between us girls... he had a lovely bum, he did.
Thank you, dearie. I do love pretty things, silks and satins and frippery. It takes much work to find such things today, but when I see a lady, perhaps attending an opera (I do love opera, the high notes sound like death) or a wedding or the like, I always walk up to her and ask where she got such lovely things, and I listen very carefully to the answer and try hard to remember, which isn't easy at all, you know. Then, after I've killed her, I take her dress, for usually I've forgotten where it came from, and what else can I do?