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#218
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Precisely what the Devil do you think you're doing, o maître mienne? No, nevermind, you're a grown man, make your own decisions, but alors, aidez-moi Dieu en le nom du Diable, if you bring that salope hâve back to our bedroom, dear Isaac, I will vivisect her. Actually... quelle idée magnifique. Comment ingénieux! Carry on, mon doux!
Catherine sends Isaac a sadistic giggle through their bond at the last, for emphasis.
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 02-28-2016, 07:32 PM
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