musebox, probably

[Pretend all icons are troll icons.]

Let's talk about hate.

Let's suppose I hate someone very much. I could enact all manner of violence on this person and not be satisfied. I enjoy getting the better of them, and when I don't it drives me to to challenge them even more.

Classic hate.

The problem is that I am sure they think of me as insignificant dust, not worthy of anything close to a relationship. And for probably good reason - in wit and banter I can compete, but otherwise I'm not in a good position compared to them.

Your advice?

[This virus affected everybody, in a way - it made all usernames invisible. What it did to only some of the people was swap their icons around so they looked like someone else entirely. Even if they video posted, the virus would make the video appear as someone else.

The result: nobody could tell who anybody was.

Issei wasn't above using viruses to have a little fun. Not to hurt anyone, but to have fun.]



What an amusing virus. Still, since I planned to ask a question of the community, there's no reason to let this cause any delay.

What would you do for something you wanted?

I see that some confusion has crept up, so I'm stepping in to make things clear.

Diarmuid is my Servant. I am his Master. I am also his boyfriend.

However, this is different from BDSM and in fact shares no resemblance to it at all.

Thank you.

Trust a man of wealth and taste to pick out a restaurant like this. It wasn't the first time Issei'd been treated to dinner in France, but it wasn't exactly a common occurrence either, and he was grateful of it.

He tucked his napkin in his lap and looked out over the skyline. "It's a gorgeous view."