Dear Friends List

[tsukinofaerii]

Hello, friends list. I'm not very used to this blog business, seeing as I'm usually just a bit preoccupied with alternately saving the world or trying to buy it, but for you, I'll make the attempt. Tsuki is currently wrapped up arguing with Steve, poor thing. He developed a sub-plot, you see, and it's giving her a conniption. She thinks he's being unreasonable. If she'd talked things over with me, she would have known that he's just being Steve, but we live and learn. Well, most of us do, at any rate. Occasionally, even in that order.

Just between you and I, she's exaggerating about our discussion yesterday. I don't pout. I'm really more the type for a sultry sort of sulk, don't you think?

Now, here's the trouble. She's just finished an entire scene starring none other than Captain America at his patriotic, leather-clad finest. While I certainly don't object to the sight, apparently, the next scene she plans is the one just prior to my untimely demise. We have precisely two hundred and eighty-six words of myself and the very scrumptious Steve Rogers in bed and nothing has happened yet, nor will, according to the notes I've purloined. Worse, she slipped off to write about something that I'm sure is very dramatic and necessary to the plot, but pointlessly without nudity of any sort. Personally, I think this is a crime. If she's going force me to shuffle the mortal coil, I must beg that I be allowed one last romp before my time is due.

So, dear ladies and gentlemen, I have a request of you. Would you all be loves and convince her to grant my last request? It would be worth your while, if only for the inevitable excerpts that will be posted. It would mean ever so much to me.

Sincerely,
Tony Stark

Post Script: Tsuki would like me to pass on that a proper post will no doubt be coming later in the day, after she's finished discussing matters with Steve.

Comments

I know I know

[dieewigenacht.livejournal.com]

And to be honest, in Mexico she is already considered an adult in all senses, but still, she is the closest thing I have to a daughter. I worry about her.

Or maybe I'm just jealous, but that's something I just won't acept.

God, now I am confused.

Bah, whatever, have fun you two.

Still a big fan,
Ale

[tsukinofaerii.livejournal.com]

My dear, I give you my solemn oath that I will treat her with all due care and consideration.

Love,
Tony