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SQUEAK.

[How's it hangin', your Lady-Lordship? The Death of Rats wants.... food. Does that count?]

*small laugh* Your kind live from want to want. I'd say it does.

SQUEAK.

[Good. Seeing as he isn't really capable of wanting much more. Even the whole food thing is pretty much just for appearance's sake. But is there a tiny rat-Desire? That's what he'd like to know.]

note: Actually, Desire's appearance is usually rooted in the eye of the beholder. The Death-of-Rats probably always sees a rat-Desire when speaking to it.

I want Ethan Crane to fall in love with me, and marry me.

He will, he just has to meet me.

I approve of this, mightily.

Thank you for approving. A lot of people don't understand my love for Ethan.

I want lots of things. I take most of them.

And yet, you want more - what is it that you need that you don't have?

Like Dad said, there's never too much money. And I guess there are a few things I want that I can't just.. take. Because they aren't there to take.

A sandwich, a foot rub, and for someone else to walk my dog because mah feets hurt? Does that count?

Those are very simple. Beyond that, you want someone, don't you?

Mm... nope. I have a hard enough time with the people I HAVE.

Revenge. Eventually. ~~Denial is just a river in Egypt.~~

Desire loves responses like this; if the object ever achieves the goal, it's time for Desire's twin to take over. For as much as Desire likes to believe it is all that matters, it is nothing without its sister, Despair.

She's tense, she's almost always tense, but there's a look in her eye that says there's something else beyond revenge. Something that she most definitely isn't supposed to want.

It's what's left. And--

Desire's laugh - and Desire laughs often - is the tinkling of a thousand faraway silver bells

She pauses, shaking her head.

Yeah, I know. It's fucking hilarious, isn't it? The two of us.

I want someone I shouldn't.

Perfect. What would you lose if you got them?

......Dignity and respect.

Desire leans closer, a subtle smile on its lips And are those what you need to be you, Carlton? Would you lose yourself if you got what you think you want?

*blinks at the use of his name* They're all I have, without them I'm nobody.

Then take this as a moment where you decide who you truly are, and what you actually want - it is a gift, granted to few, Carlton Lassiter. Humans rarely take that chance.

...

I wanted my pUpPy...ooohhh...but found him.

someonelikeyou

*scowls* Who else is "like me?"

They're...um... like you!

backANDforthANDbackANDforth...sister brother, are you mad with me?

I'm impatient. You would know if I was angry. There is no one like me, anywhere, anywhen.

delightfully

shhh...a patience and eternity, SLOW DOWN to be impatient...