officialruthscurr:

camille-desmoulins:

officialruthscurr:

camille-desmoulins:

officialruthscurr:

camille-desmoulins:

officialruthscurr:

camille-desmoulins:

officialruthscurr:

I want to talk to him again.

…I miss him.

…you’re worse than Saint-Just’s mother, honestly.

And now the fool compares me to a mortal woman. You must be mad.

Not really, no.

And anyways, I firmly maintain that no woman fierce enough to give birth to that could possibly be mortal.

“That” is still a child of the First, Fleshbeast. He was not imbued with any… well. Why am I discussing this with you? I shouldn’t need to defend myself. A mother has every right to miss her child, hasn’t she?

Besides, isn’t your so-called genius predicated on the falliability of your fleshy brain? Or do you finally concede that you are my intellectual inferior?

You, Citoyenne, are annoying as hell.

Go find someone else to bother, and leave my family and I in peace.

I’d like to say the same to you.

Let’s not forget who initiated contact here!

…Desmoulins.

I was making an innocent post to a personal blog. He was by no means obliged to comment.

Yes, but you’re the one who first messaged me—thus, you bear all culpability for our continued interaction!