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π After shooting this arrogant stranger in the face, she burries him in a ditch. A dirty ditch.
(Im sorry it's not that funny of a joke, I couldn't resist π€)
βI can almost guarantee that is a fantasy you share with quite a few others. I suppose I just have one of those faces.
Sounds quite personal though. In the face? Who knew one chance meeting would occupy such a position in your thoughts?β
hang on there was somehting specific I wanted to ask you and i forgot so I'm gonna sit here until I remember π
OH YES I REMEMBER ππ‘What are you imagining Alistair's boundaries for what constitutes as "improper conduct" in regards to talking to other men/officers to be? I'd assume his superiors are given greater benefit of the doubt, but surely if his beloved wife is making her disinterest to a junior officer unclear should he be making untoward advances...
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Engaging in conversation with another gentleman far too ardenly. Or at all. β
Dancing with anyone who isn't him. β
Making eyes at other men. β
Being alone with other men unchaperoned. β
Being alone with other officer's wives who are unchaperoned also. β
Being on a first name basis with genuinely anyone. You're Mrs. Major Wimbourne. β
Junior officers? Why the devil are you in the proximity of lower ranked individuals? β
Swapping letters, correspondence, notes that haven't passed through him. β
Wearing certain attire; you're a regimental wife, not a French can-can dancer. β
(Well, perhaps intimately, behind closed doors, you could on occasion be.)
You speaking out on any secret you know the regiment has. β
It is legitimately you breaking his vows of camaraderie. β
You're making HIM, of all people, lose face. β
Testifying against his word. β
Testifying at all. He'll speak in your stead. β
(And so on, and so forth)
These might seem unhinged and draconic to us today, but back then, he (and let's be honest, undoubtedly his like-minded peers and colleagues too) feel these are very standard spousal expectations to have; you are an extension of him and you represent something in this army unit. Blazes, you're very well property in the late 1870's or early 1880's, even though such blatant and crude terminology might be outright avoided in polite company so the regimental men don't come off like Genghis Khan. They're better than that, after all. He is better than that. Or is he? No, no he isn't. But, not everything needs to be out in broad daylight; now let yourself be escorted back inside --- you've forgotten your evening gloves, madam. Your hands and elbows are showing!
nvm louis wins funniest character in the whole damn series for throwing lestat's coffin out the window