(Thank you alll~)
((SERIOUSLY MY BIRTHDAY HAS BEEN THE BEST. EVER. EVERRRR.
<333333333333333333 I CAN’T EVEN BEGIN TO TELL YOU HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL. C:
SORRY FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO GET FURTHER ON SCENES AND STUFF. D:
I should be back full swing tomorrow/Saturday at the earliest IDK depends on what my folks plan for today/tomorrow :|.))
((I know I haven’t been around much, but the sentiments are the same~)
hatesdoubters started following you
Hey, it’s the old fruit basket himself! How ya doin’?
Oh angel! Little moth~! How I have missed hearing your wings fluttering about inside my home~ Flip-flap-flip-flap — It’s an absolute pleasure to see you alive and well!
Hard at work, as always, though the help is… less than satisfactory. An artist never sleeps, as my bitch of a muse is always busy, buzzing about in my ears like an obnoxious wasp. All for you, of course ♥! So I’m not bothered by her incessant nagging—
Fancy a visit to Fort Frolic any time soon? You’re always welcome here, little moth.~
II. Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi? - Baby, sweetheart, would I lie to you?
The radio waves are very, very quiet as of late. Ah, but you’re not
Yes, yes! Allegro, allegro! Excellent! EXCELLENT! So much better than Fitzpatrick ever was! Yes, yes, I’ll get you your ADAM; just continue playing!
Ah, I can concentrate now. So much better— oh no, no, no! It’s somber here! SOMBER! That’s it! —
I still hear tales of your escapades, little moth, while you were in my Fort. You survived like a flower in the throws of winter and Jack Frost’s ? But you left your artist alone, in this relatively quiet second home of mine. It’s fine; you’ll come back eventually. They always do.
Yes, my dear, think of it as a test, and if you do well enough, I’ll make you a star…
I’m still working myself to the bone for your present, little moth. Come back to me soon; it’s getting very lonely in here.
Perhaps I’ll wait for you in my home. Oh yes, that’ll give me more than enough time to finish this up, if she keeps up the pace. It’ll be a shame if she fails, but I think I know of a place to put her if it happens.
NO NO NO! IT IS TWO/TWO TIME!
I. Ad interim - For the meantime
It’s become so… quiet here. Even the two eyesores cannot be heard in the halls and shops, these days and the splicers are getting harder to come across in my Fort. It seems this soggy little bucket of Ryan’s is starting to become empty.
My dear, sweet little angel little moth, are you still taking lives here, in this soggy bucket, even as I type what may become a memorandum of all that has happened to this artistic genious since you ascended to the heavens? I still recall the smell of malt vinegar from your breath, and your skin. How skillfully your wings flip-flapped into my heart and completed my latest masterpiece~ — Please be more patient, my sweet sculpture! You so much as even THINK of breathing, and I’ll make you burn brighter than the Fourth of July in an inferno of shame.
And we wouldn’t want that now, would we? Good. You understand. Now hold still.
Ah, where was I? Oh right. You, little moth.
I have been so inspired since we met, both in music and in the rest of the arts. Such a twist you put me into, little moth. You know how my muse is when she’s in the mood. It feels like years since I saw you last time; I know my little moth is still alive. You’re an angel of death, little moth. Such a pretty little thing you are —
NO! NO! NO! DID I TELL YOU YOU CAN DROP THAT ARM? PUT IT BACK — NO! IT WAS LIKE THIS! LIKE THIIIIIS!! NO NO NO! Like a God, you buffoon!
None of these boors will ever be like you, my sweet, sweet moth. They do not understand the artist, and they pale in comparison to everything you’ve done, even in your far too short visit to my precious fort. You were an exception. Ah! Which reminds me, should you ever desire to return to either Fort Frolic or perhaps the much more private home of mine… well, I have a gift for you. A divine gift that you have never been given before. It’s the least I could do for a glorious angel such as yourself.
About me
I hear your wings flapping on my blog, little moth. Flip-flap-flip-flap-flip-flap...Have you come to me to be seduced by my songs, to be amazed by my spectacular works of art?
Be careful, little moth; My muse is a fickle bitch with a very short attention span!
... What's that look?
OOC: Please remind yourself that this is the first time I've ever played Sander Cohen, so he'll be horrendous at first. Con. Crit is adored, but it needs to be CONSTRUCTIVE.
