miss delphine robichaux

private || delphinn

I love you, too.

I do. Baby Dragon has sort of become my best friend over the last few months… Aside from you, that is.

It’s alright if you don’t want to, Mistress. If nothing else, I would like to volunteer. At least a few times a month.

Where did I say I didn’t want to? I’d like to go visit it with you. Make sure this place is legitimate and won’t have the my precious girl put in harms way. Ever.

private || delphinn

As am I.. It’s not something that you’ve ever deserved.

Will Baby Dragon be there with us? I know that you say that she’s happy in Delaware, but you’ll be busy with classes, and I miss her so much as it is when she’s away..

There’s a PATH-accredited riding facility not too far from campus. I’d like to volunteer there, to get some experience, and I’d like you to volunteer there with me. Equine therapy is what I want to dedicate much of my time to once we’ve settled in our permanent home. I want to show you what it’s all about.

I love you.

Yes, of course she will be! She’ll commute back and forth of course, but oh, I don’t plan on being separated from either of my girls again. But oh? You miss her that much, Bijou?

I suppose we could. Go ahead and make the necessary calls, Bijou.

private || delphinn

‘Breaking limbs’ is quite the embellishment. Though, in my experience, that’s always been many a liberal activists’ M.O.

I find your whole sentencing to be a pretty big stretch. Especially now. Dominants make mistakes. It’s as simple as that. Overzealous activists aside, soon enough, it’ll be behind you. Behind us. You’ll be at Wharton, finishing your degree–with the freedom to come and go as you please–very, very soon.

Speaking of the future, though, I’ve been meaning to ask you something.

Broken limbs, gushing blood, who knows what other acts of carnage. What I know is that I’m tired of them hounding me.

You will love Wharton, and Philadelphia. My apartment there is incredibly spacious, with large windows, a balcony, and even a rooftop garden.

What might that be, Bijou?

You're granted three wishes. What do you ask for?

This is a frivolous question. However I’ve been in a fairly good mood and will entertain it.

1- Astronomical success for Robichaux Chemical Corp.

2- Conservative ideals across the board.

3- A beachside mansion for myself and my beloved girls.

#Anonymous

private || delphinn

legentilledelphine:

Oh, you’ll be exhibit A presented by my legal team, to show that I’ve ‘reformed’…though I can just hear those idiots on the opposite side of the bench saying that I coerced you, or brainwashed you, or something equally ludicrous.

It was an honest mistake. I was young, and not paying attention…and someone decided to use that against me as a cash grab.

They may say what they wish. The weight of our bond far offsets any doubt they may cast.

And is that what you were sued for? Negligence?

Mhm, negligence and misdemeanor assault. Nevermind the fact that the case was brought to trial months after the incident in question and in that lull the plaintiff somehow attained microfractures in their leg that was attributed to me.

Hmmph. I was a sacrifice for a sub rights activist group. They goaded for this case and lauded my sentencing. Well, they can eat those words when they see how I'll emerge from this.

With you at my side.

private || delphinn

Perhaps nobody will, Mistress. But I know you better than anyone knows you here, and I’ve been with you since you arrived at St. Brendan’s. My voice may count for something.

The rumors that I’ve heard are just that–rumors. Rumors spread by extremists who sought to paint you as a monster. You once told me that what happened was a mistake. I believe you.

Oh, you’ll be exhibit A presented by my legal team, to show that I’ve ‘reformed’...though I can just hear those idiots on the opposite side of the bench saying that I coerced you, or brainwashed you, or something equally ludicrous.

It was an honest mistake. I was young, and not paying attention...and someone decided to use that against me as a cash grab.

private || delphinn

Because it’s likely that your sentence will be over in the near future. Perhaps even the very near future. And, if anyone were to question me, I’m not sure that it looks very good for me to have no clue as to what happened.

If you don’t want to talk about it, then I understand, and I won’t ask again.

It doesn’t change things either way.

I don’t understand why anyone would question you regarding my trial.

Well, I take that back. Leftists would; like the leftists who essentially orchestrated the trial as a means to besmirch and slander me over nothing.

#liberatingquinnfabray #c;quinn #//freaking activity alert sucks ><

private || delphinn

liberatingquinnfabray replied to your post “PM: May I ask you something, Mistress?”

PM: Will you tell me about your trial?

PM: .........why?

Private || Delphinn

I understand that, Mistress. Most Claims in my family aren’t fairytale ones, either. Arranged Claims may be illegal, but sometimes it takes a little something extra to secure a business contract. To grow an empire. I consider myself extremely blessed that our Claim isn’t that. That you’re Claiming me because you love me and because I fulfill you.

#c;quinn #//we mean that with all the love in the world<3

...I...

God.

This insane amount of paperwork couldn’t finish itself any faster.

You are making it very difficult for me to remain the hardened Domme I’ve cultivated myself to be.

Private || Delphinn

That is the truth. Disappointment suggests that I ever expected marriage to be a part of our life together. Does it make me a little sad that it won’t be? Yes. But that’s because I want everything with you.

I suppose now would be a good time to mention that marriage to the Robichaux family is largely a...business transaction more than anything else. I see that you value sentimentality, and I am loath to say that a Robichaux marriage is not a fairytale one.

Trust when I say that our Claim will carry far more weight and meaning than a mere...social contract.

PM: May I ask you something, Mistress?

PM: Of course, Bijou; what is it?