"Oh, What a Beautiful Waltz..."

Guh. I am utterly converted. I love Pre-Raphaelites to death.

So currently, I´m sitting here trying to find a print of Windus´ Burd Helen, and it´s not going at all well, but that´s /okay/.

Yes. I´m using slash-italics. For some reason, my keyboard is screwed, and it´s changed all the symbols. I don´t know where anything is anymore.

Hope it´s fixed by this evening. So inconvenient.

Millais´ Autumn Leaves is beautiful.

"Then I Went Under... Oh, Ma, Am I Done?"

Finally found Burn Helen. Thank God.

Oh, and look, the keyboard's back to normal.

"I Walk the Maze of Moments, But Everywhere I Turn To..."

Ouch, my prose is getting weird. Damn you, Samuel.

His innocence makes me want to use all the images and memories I have of when I was a few years younger. I have an overwhelming desire to give him half my childhood memories. Saving only that that would traumatise him even more than he's already traumatised.

But still. Every single time he details the feeling he's getting from something or the way someone does an action, he's using what I pick up from being around people. He's far more personal than any of my other Enjolrases.

I mean, a lot of my Prouvaires use my own thoughts or worries, because I feel as though there's some similarity in personality, but I've never done anything of mine into an Enjolras - except Christophe's "you must obey the director" mentality.

What I just wrote for Sam:

Samuel froze. He'd been thinking the same thing himself. Feuilly was gazing intently at him, and the black eyes looked utterly somber. It made Samuel think of dead leaves falling through sleet.

It's not me as much, but damn, that image is one that I was getting from solemn eyes and the music I was listening to (Without You, RENT). Weird prose.

On the other hand, I keep hoping it will make him seem much more genuine. I like the images I get in my head because they're generally not quite orthodox, and that makes them sound better to me.

At any rate. Need to finish this soon, and to stop ranting on my 'Jolras.