I'm so very sorry for the lateness of the new post. But this is the first time LJ is working for me again. I wrote a sonnet for you but is now forever lost in the glitches :(
So no funny business here, I know you want to get back to the usual game ASAP.
There is a
substitute on dreamwidth in case LJ is having trouble again.
The usual things:
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Ed rather thought that the moral high ground was a lonely place. He wasn’t angry - of course he wasn’t - and he wasn’t jealous (whatever that was supposed to feel like). He was merely disappointed; and sad that the man he had trusted should have indulged in such haphazard and un-aesthetic practices.
There was also the unforgivable fact that Osborne had used David’s wife’s name as his safe word. Whatever issues Ed had with his sister-in-law, he recognised that a family insult must be avenged on the perpetrator.
It was no longer a case of research, or even the mutual love regard that had been growing between himself and the Chancellor. This was - would have to be - retributive justice.
Ed checked, with clinical efficiency, that The Mast was immovable in its settings, that the lashings would hold, that the background music was sufficiently irresistible; and awaited his errant lover co-researcher ( ... )
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*wants mast now*
Your EMil is very milibot-like. Not a type I'm used to reading, but it's hot in this. I like how he makes 'retributive justice' his excuse.
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I was worried I'd missed a bit of this, very glad I haven't. Mutual interests in vegetable-matter are not to be taken lightly!
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