Author: Bloody Mary
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"They write poems about us?" Uranus asked her voice rising in disbelief.
"Yes," Fulgrim replied, nodding. "Some of them are quite good."
She gave him a suspicious look, noticing the word "some". It held… implications. While Uranus was about as ashamed of her love for Neptune as Fulgrim was of helping out with clothes, there were certain matters that were most certainly not the business of anybody else but her and Neptune.
"Some?" she repeated, folding her arms over her chest.
"Some," Fulgrim said. "The others… I wasn't even aware that a woman could have such a poor grasp on the anatomy of her own gender."
He winced, albeit in a somewhat theatrical manner and Uranus wondered if he was attempting to cheer her up. But then he wouldn't be hinting on the nature of some of those poems. The only logical conclusion was that he was simply trying to lessen the blow.
"If it helps," Fulgrim added. "I am told adolescents tend to write indecent stories about… well, anybody popular and attractive."
"Some of it is getting published, though," Uranus said, her frown not lessening.
Fulgrim spread his hands in a gesture that indicated he did not know what to do. "Outlawing it doesn't sound like a good idea. We're all public figures; such things will happen from time to time. It's best we ignore them."
"Oh?" Ferrus Manus, who up until now had been inspecting Fulgrim's gauntlets, chimed in. "I distinctly remember somebody calling for blood after reading one such story."
Fulgrim flushed and glared at his brother. "I had every right to! The whole story was set up to make look like some pathetic idiot, who starts to cry when somebody as much as growls at him!"
"So, when are we presenting the draft of the law to Father?" Ferrus asked.
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