esther greenwood. (
higginbottom) wrote2025-12-26 05:17 pm
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love set you going like a fat gold watch (open)
Esther is being entrepreneurial. In fact, she has set up a small booth in the Mansion foyer with a sign that reads:
Let Me Write You a Poem (Or Equivalent Prose)
Of course, she hasn't had any takers yet, so she's feeling a little discouraged. But no matter! The point is, she's there, sitting and looking very prim and proper.
Looks can be deceiving, though she herself may not realize that yet.
Let Me Write You a Poem (Or Equivalent Prose)
Of course, she hasn't had any takers yet, so she's feeling a little discouraged. But no matter! The point is, she's there, sitting and looking very prim and proper.
Looks can be deceiving, though she herself may not realize that yet.

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"The caught mouse hardly
runs from its captor--
instead, it squeals until it's dead,
its glass-eyed glare staring me down.
I am here, can't you see?
I am the cat who caught the mouse.
Villain is my name."
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If her heart beats faster, surely it's only the rush of battle.
"See how the cat proudly licks her asshole,
glorying in breaking the mouse's neck--
a pitiful triumph! This cowardly little asshole
slinks away from other cats, hissing,
arching her back, tail tucked to shield her asshole.
Show me your claws, kitten. I am no mouse.
I am a tiger, and in the jungle, I am the biggest asshole."
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"The ass is as the ass does,
a whip-smart farce of a thing,
who calls out no one but herself.
See how she neighs and bucks!
What cunning she must have, to be so
brazen. I, for one, think that
the little donkey should join
in the courage of shutting up."
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"Why jeer of animals?
Before me: a woman,
no more. Limp hair,
plain gown, red face.
Puffing her weak verse,
blowing out her cheeks,
as though her whining
could rival the wind."
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"But the wind is a howling force--
one that rips through houses and trees.
If my whining could rival the wind,
it would already best it, blowing you away.
And what of you? You tiny woman, you dark-haired
succubus, come to destroy. I will not
take your insults for long."
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"Sing, you weak east wind!
Howl feeble complaints!
What beauty you have,
your jealousy taints.
Seethe! My long black hair
and my rose lip paint
make you envy-wild.
You lose all restraint."
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Still, she continues:
"Yes, you have beauty,
but is it truth? Retreat
before it's too late;
your own envy clouds
your lack of real hate."
She's noting how, in fact, pretty Gu Xiang is. Hmm.
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"Why should I envy
the willow's long arms?
The scholar tree blooms,
and bees flock in swarms
to that fragrant tree."
She pauses, dangling the comparison in that unfinished verse long enough to insult--then relents.
"But my hard heart warms.
Maybe there is room
For the willow's charms."
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"You're very talented," Esther says, after a moment, her mouth suddenly dry, and her face still hot.
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A pause.
"You and he would be a good match, too, I think."
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Esther is looking at Gu Xiang's lips. They're very nice lips. Hm.
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"I'm unlucky too, in some regards, but I've learned from my past," she admits, hoping that doesn't disqualify her. "I think he's a smart man, and that he could learn, too."
She shifts her weight in her chair, and feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as she continues to blush.
"I have faith in him. He's a good person."
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For a moment, she looks as if she might cry.
"I want to be a better person. Gaheris helps me in that regard. He makes me feel...well, like I could aspire to something greater."
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Which is to say, completely bitchily.
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"Well, I can't really blame him - I can't eat much spicy food either," she replies, amused.
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