Their first encounter was at the monthly Monster’s Masquerade, hosted by the tragically boring Lord and Lady Flensmark (a mummy and a banshee whose marriage had been a “screaming” joke for three decades).
He thought of Perdita’s laugh. Her terrible table manners. The way she’d nuzzled his cold hand once, her wolf form’s rough tongue surprisingly gentle.
“Oh, damn ,” he muttered. “I’m in love.”
His unbeating heart had just given a very inconvenient lurch . Blackadder Monster Sex 05
“I don’t howl,” Edmund said, aghast. “I intone .”
“I am not a—oh, very well. But if anyone asks, you initiated the cuddling.”
“Baldrick!” he shrieked later, pacing the throne room. “I think I have a… a feeling .” Their first encounter was at the monthly Monster’s
“That’s indigestion, you troglodyte,” Edmund sighed. “Not love.”
“Wit is my armor!” Edmund wailed to a stuffed raven. “It’s not meant to be… appealing !”
“You saved us,” she said, shifting back to human form, her eyes glowing gold. The way she’d nuzzled his cold hand once,
This last event caused Edmund a moment of profound horror. As her laugh—a genuine, warm, lupine roar—echoed off his granite walls, he felt something stir in the desiccated raisin of his chest. A thump. Then another.
It was, as Edmund would never, ever admit out loud, the least inconvenient feeling he’d ever had.