I Love You – to *PIECES*
Posted February 14, 2010
Previously for Fabien and Yevgeny:
Fabien: Heh, look at you – I never thought I’d see you with a longer puss than what you’ve got on right now. A bloodhound’s had a facelift, compared to you!
Yevgeny: So? What do I have to happy about, my darling harpy – you shamefully neglect me. And Valentine’s Day is nigh, to further rub salt in my psyche’s wound.
Fabien: Valentine’s Day? You sentimental fool, you – I didn’t know you cared for that claptrap –
Yevgeny: I didn’t think so, either… I thought I was above the common horde. Yet, lately I have felt such a pang –
Fabien: Like when I jab you with that rusty old nail from the back gate?
Yevgeny: Similar – but it lacks the immediacy… although the pain is almost as palpable –
Fabien: I’ll admit I’ve been ignoring you lately –
Yevgeny: Taking me for granted, to be more precise, o shrewish one –
Fabien: Well, in the name of Valentine’s Day, let me make it up to you, my little babushka! Let’s see –
Fabien: We’ll start with some nibbles – on your earlobes –
Yevgeny: Ah… but so tame –
Fabien: Wait until I pierce them for you! Hope you like multiples. *clacks teeth* Then – we move down to the neck –
Yevgeny: Yes… don’t forget the jugular –
Fabien: Of course not – all this is making me thirsty! *smacks lips*
Yevgeny: I pray you won’t stop there, my Witch of Endor – it’s but a tease –
Fabien: Don’t worry, I’m just warming up. Lessee – oh yes, we’ll get you limber with a good stretching. I’ll give the rack a little oil and polishing –
Yevgeny: No, no – the verdigris of past use is what gives it its charms, jailor of my soul – leave it as it is –
Fabien: Good point – besides, it decreases the resale value on the antiques market, or so I’ve heard *grin* –
Fabien: And just because it’s Valentine’s Day, you know what I will do next?
Yevgeny: How you keep me in suspense – tell me, tell me, NOW, my Grand Inquisitress!
Fabien: I shall reach into your chest, and rip out your beating heart, BWAHAHAHAHAHA!
Yevgeny: Who says you have no sense of sentiment… *siiiigh*
As the old French expression goes, Chacun à son goût (to each their own taste)… and Happy Valentine’s Day.
Hyperbole – or? Some things are best left to the imagination.
Time for a sweet little treat –