One- Video

[mortematris.livejournal.com]

[There's a full vase of roses sitting next to Morticia, as though for decorating her room. She's pulling them out, one by one, and methodically clipping the flower from the stem, and then replacing them in the vase, casually rearranging them as she does so.]

It's dim, it's dreary, it's dismal- it's almost truly desolate.

[She snips off another flower.]

But it lacks a certain something. [Snip. A thoughtful look, and then an arched eyebrow.] Perhaps vultures. [Another pause.] No, something bigger. An execution. Just the way to spend an evening, waiting for the blade to fall. Something depressing for the whole family. The children would love it.

[And she sighs, a little dejected, and finishes off the last flower.]

Comments

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

Hm, you must have had a close relationship with your mother. I understand entirely ... [nostalgic look] And my name is Gomez Addams. It's my bewitching wife, Morticia, that you're conversing with about executions. I haven't been to a good one in years, I'm afraid. We just don't get out like we used to.

fsjdf NO GOMEZ THAT IS NOT WHAT THAT MEANS WHAT lfkjsdf

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

He is not up on all the newfangled slang of the kids these days. XD

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

Aha, what an amusing nickname for your dam! And I am speaking of Morticia, the absolutely ravishing woman you're speaking with. Well, writing with, actually. But doesn't her darkling beauty just shine through?

[pauses] I don't believe she and her own mother are quite so close, however.

Omg, all of his replies are cracking me up. lkfjsdlf

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

XD Glad you're enjoying! Gamzee may find himself unintentionally adopted.

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

[Now Gomez is going to just assume that someone has done a very poor job in educating this young man, possibly boy?]

Ah, I see. Well, when a man finds a witch he adores, who makes all the hairs on the back of his neck stand up in fear, the kind of woman who might murder him in his sleep, then he has to hang on to that woman. You'll know it by a queasy, sick feeling deep in your gut - it must be true love. Then there's nothing to do for it but to propose, and hope that she'll agree to become the ball and chain, the lead weight around your neck, the noose waiting to be tightened.

[sighs in nostalgic pleasure]

I AM MORE THAN OKAY WITH THIS.

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

[Not sure if matesprit...or kismesis... (http://d37nnnqwv9amwr.cloudfront.net/entries/icons/original/000/006/026/futuramafry.jpg)]



[Bewitching wife=matesprit. Got it.]

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

[Matesprit, definitely, though the Addamses can be a little extreme about showing their affection.]

Red ... [thoughtfully] Yes. Yes, I am! I never thought to put it that way, but that's excellent wording. I am indeed red for her, crimson, scarlet, carmine! I would draw blood for her, mine or others', and count it bliss. [passionately - this is a guy that feels really, really strongly about his wife]

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

That sounds filthy. [smirks] What a splendid idea.

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

Marvelous! [So excited about this!] You must tell me what your name is, young man.

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

Oh, hm, sounds a bit like Sanskrit. [thoughtfully] Whereabouts are you?

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]

[rabiduspatris.livejournal.com]

Ah, Morticia's house, of course! [approvingly] Then I am sure we'll encounter one another, young man. Let us know when you plan your murderous rampage, won't you?

[offmyhonker.livejournal.com]