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matrixrefugeeThis is from a while back in the series, during Julien's hissy-fit disappearing act...
From: julien_de_cochonett @ versaillesmail.gov.fr
To: [Encrypted address]
Subject: Mon Amour
To my once dearly-beloved master, whom I was accustomed to serve most gladly with every fiber of my being --
I know full well that you are a man whose heart simply cannot be bound to one solitary lover of each persuasion, the pleasures of whose company delights your heart and flesh. But you knew better than I that my sentiments follow a different, more singular course, at least in regards to the sterner sex. You know that, though my heart may flutter between choices for its queen, you shall always remain the king of my heart.
But you have mishandled this heart which gives itself only to you out of all the males of this earth. Perhaps I have reacted far too strongly toward your most recent conquest, but you have made the gesture to which my heart has responded thus. You have taken up with a young man whose attentions I have deemed inappropriate for you to pursue. He helped to knock the royal circlet from your brow, and I do not doubt that his word could have led to your head being struck from your shoulders. Moreover, though I know that beauty rests in the eye of the beholder, it pains my eyes to gaze on this skeletal specimen you have selected as your current inamoratto, doubtlessly as much as his bones pain your slender form when he lies in your embrace. Do not let your dalliances continue to bruise my heart; let the bruises on your own ribs symbolize the marks left on my heart.
Let me come back to you, trusting you will cherish me as you did before. Let me once again lay my head in your lap and feel your carresses. Let me once again be the one who warms your lean form by night as he lies beside you. Let my softness cradle you and delight you. Let me serve as I served before: others may serve as letter writer and scribe, but no one can take the place of your capon, your delectable morsel, your plump rooster who gladly allows you to devour him by night. Do not let yourself starve on this meagre fare that has distracted your palate, however savory it may seem. Lay me out: let me serve myself up to you. Glut yourself on my abundance.
Though I may have stayed in the company of a friend whose gentleness and open heart delight me in a way no carnal lover has delighted my sense abilities, I languish for your approving eye gazing at me, your hand on my cheek caressing its softness, your arms about my waist encircling its fullness [Edit: CENSORED!]
I ask only that you do not forsake me again as you have this time, and that you plead, in all sincerity, for my forgiveness. You know that I will grant it gladly, yet first you must ask it of me.
But... now I must send this message to you and step away from the keyboard and prepare to depart from this place and thus return to you.
I remain always, with longing, your humbled servant,
Julien
From: julien_de_cochonett @ versaillesmail.gov.fr
To: [Encrypted address]
Subject: Mon Amour
To my once dearly-beloved master, whom I was accustomed to serve most gladly with every fiber of my being --
I know full well that you are a man whose heart simply cannot be bound to one solitary lover of each persuasion, the pleasures of whose company delights your heart and flesh. But you knew better than I that my sentiments follow a different, more singular course, at least in regards to the sterner sex. You know that, though my heart may flutter between choices for its queen, you shall always remain the king of my heart.
But you have mishandled this heart which gives itself only to you out of all the males of this earth. Perhaps I have reacted far too strongly toward your most recent conquest, but you have made the gesture to which my heart has responded thus. You have taken up with a young man whose attentions I have deemed inappropriate for you to pursue. He helped to knock the royal circlet from your brow, and I do not doubt that his word could have led to your head being struck from your shoulders. Moreover, though I know that beauty rests in the eye of the beholder, it pains my eyes to gaze on this skeletal specimen you have selected as your current inamoratto, doubtlessly as much as his bones pain your slender form when he lies in your embrace. Do not let your dalliances continue to bruise my heart; let the bruises on your own ribs symbolize the marks left on my heart.
Let me come back to you, trusting you will cherish me as you did before. Let me once again lay my head in your lap and feel your carresses. Let me once again be the one who warms your lean form by night as he lies beside you. Let my softness cradle you and delight you. Let me serve as I served before: others may serve as letter writer and scribe, but no one can take the place of your capon, your delectable morsel, your plump rooster who gladly allows you to devour him by night. Do not let yourself starve on this meagre fare that has distracted your palate, however savory it may seem. Lay me out: let me serve myself up to you. Glut yourself on my abundance.
Though I may have stayed in the company of a friend whose gentleness and open heart delight me in a way no carnal lover has delighted my sense abilities, I languish for your approving eye gazing at me, your hand on my cheek caressing its softness, your arms about my waist encircling its fullness [Edit: CENSORED!]
I ask only that you do not forsake me again as you have this time, and that you plead, in all sincerity, for my forgiveness. You know that I will grant it gladly, yet first you must ask it of me.
But... now I must send this message to you and step away from the keyboard and prepare to depart from this place and thus return to you.
I remain always, with longing, your humbled servant,
Julien
