Attn: Eponine and Devilmuse

[semperfiona]

I just made a room reservation at the Town Inn Suites, Toronto for 9/19-23. See you guys soon! (Yeah, and the rest of you too, but you're not waiting on the reservation.)

Comments

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

YAY! Thanks Fi!!!

[eternaleponine.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Fi! ::hugs:: And this time you'll get more compensation for sharing your room than cuddles! :)

[semperfiona]

That's *and*, not *instead of*, I hope. :-)

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

NO there will be no cuddling the baby Brand! No cuddling at all! I am too old for cuddles! I am all grown up now and I am *not* a child. ::stomps foot:: So no cuddling at all. None!





Cuddle me now, though, ok? And tell me a story. But no cuddles tomorrow. I'll be all grown up then.

[semperfiona]

NO there will be no cuddling the baby Brand! No cuddling at all! I am too old for cuddles! I am all grown up now and I am *not* a child. ::stomps foot:: So no cuddling at all. None!

::grin, shrug:: Be that way, I'll cuddle Didi instead. ::sticks out tongue::

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

NOOOOOOoooooOOOOOO0000000oooooo000000ooooo00000OOOOOO00000oooooo!!!!!!!!

[neeuqdrazil.livejournal.com]

At first I read that as "There will be no cuddling on the baby Brand."

Which confused me momentarily.

Ah well.

Can I cuddle you?

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

YES! You can cuddle the Brand. But not Fi! Because she only loves Didi now! ::Adorable Brat Prince Brand evolves into Angsty Teenage Goth Brand::

[neeuqdrazil.livejournal.com]

Hooray!

*cuddles*

Aw! But Fi cuddles are so nice. C'mon, family hug. Well, Fi, Brand, Didi, and Llewella hug, that is.

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

No! NO! Nonononononononononono! I hate Fi! She horrid and awful. Now I will write a poem to express my sorrowful and forboding displeasure at her torrid and unmitidgated propensities of dreck.

Oh dark Princess
Who hath comspired against my heart
And such darkly reigns doom upon my damned soul.
With much despair
I put a curse upon thee
With my tragic words of blackest madness and ebon fear.
I cry out,
A melange of words against the deepest night.
But only your soundless words of hatred reply.
Doom, doom I say upon thee.
For thou hast forsaken me to cuddle another to your dark breast of darkest hate.
I shall always wander,
alone and unwanted in these
cuddless halls of midnight Amber.
Doomed to be alone forever in the twilight shadows of my broken heart.
I shall sleep not.
I shall eat not.
I shall do nothing for nothing is what I have become.
I am nothing to you now.
You cannot cuddle nothing.
For you, I die in darkness.
Alone in my doom of blackest fear and death.


::Mope mope mope mope mope pout sulk angst whine::

((Elissa says, wow, that was just a fucking great poem! I'm so proud of me!))

[semperfiona]

::cries, wounded unto the core by Brand's poem::

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

::angsts triuphantly over his victory. Parades around the castle blasting Joy Division on his headphones. Apparently, its some sort of a message since he looks smug whenever you see him, but it makes no sense to anyone else::

[semperfiona]

Only Brand could do "Triumphant Angst". :-)

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

He paid 50 points for it.

[curgoth]

"I am a gaping void
Where loneliness resides
The song in my heart
Turns mournful, and off-key
Where have you gone?
Where have you gone?"

-- KFC Chicken Fries commercial

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

You've shown me this before and it *still* makes me hold my stomach and laugh.

[eternaleponine.livejournal.com]

Didi> Can I cuddle you, O Angst-Ridden Darkling?

[ex-devilmus.livejournal.com]

No! No, I shun you too! You betrayed me! I hate you. :;starts singing 'Isolation' by Joy Division and scibbling mopily on a piece of paper.