manorsuperman | (no subject)

Good evening, my fellow muses, or whatever time it may be for your typists when you read this. For those of you who are ignorant, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Countess Marguerite Isobel Thoreaux, burned at the stake in 1604 by religious bigots of my own village. I will be commandeering this journal for the moment. I've been ignored for far too long.

Come to think of it...I believe I would like to address a few of you personally. Well...as personally as I can. Some I will talk to in general, applying to any muse by that name, but exceptions must be made.

Clark. How could I not begin with you, however many of you there are. Granted I can make no threats as I have no way of carrying them out, but believe me...if I find a way to return, I will come for you.

Bartholomew...not the one I've had the pleasure of, but just the same. I hear you'll be celebrating your birth in a few days. I really wish I could be there, don't you?

Chloe, Chloe, Chloe. How's my little harlot today?

Dean Winchester...my, haven't we been the busy little man? Tortured any souls lately? Oh, but that's right! You're a broken little woobie now. Poor, pitiful you.

And Samuel, my sweet boy...a lion who lies with a mouse. Do you really enjoy her little squeaks? Why not find a real woman, one who will scream for you? One such as that would be much more fitting for a man with your power...

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Look, sweetheart, I don't know what they did to you? But I'll bet you anything I'm a whole hell of a lot worse.

Really? Do tell.

Just ask Alastair. Oh wait -- you can't. My brother axed him. Damn.

Yes, that was rather disappointing. But then, at the same time...more of a turn on.

I don't think Sammy's particularly interested. He tends to know cheap trash when he sees it.

That's right. Only rodents for him.

At least they're not pond scum like you.

Come now, Dean, surely you can do better than that.

Mmm -- I've never been so much of the words type. That was more Sam's deal.

You disappoint me...though I must say I like you better than your pathetic canonical self.

*mocking tone* "I spent 40 years in Hell! I broke the first seal! I can't do it, Cas, find someone else!"

*sarcastically* Boo. Hoo. Hoo.

Edited 2009-04-16 15:30 (UTC)

*bit of a bitter smile* Yeah, but he would be the one who would hesitate when it came to killing you. He would be the one thinking about Lana.

Me? I just want your ass to be grass already. Especially if you decide to start screwing with my brother. So for the time being? Stay away from Sam, bitch.