"Stand as My Equal..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

I have done all of nothing but write to-day, so I have nothing at all to say. ^_^

Only school starts Thursday, and I will need to go to bed at one o'clock at latest. So to people I speak with on AIM, can you, as a terribly big favour, if I'm on later than twelve-thirty, gently remind me that it's my bedtime? That's all, no other obligations, no purchase necessary, Soujin comes with a ten year warranty, &c.

Also, would love to write more photofiction, if anyone cares to ask. Otherwise, I shall have to stop procrastinating and actually finish Fish and Zara's birthdayfics. And write Snowy Grewgious/Rosa's Mum. So please, please ask for photofics. ^_____~

Comments

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

AHHHH GREWGIOUS/ROSA'S MUM. XDD I think her name must have had some sort of flower/'rose' in it, because why else would she have had a wedding ring with a rose on it? ...yes, I'm babbling.

ANYWAY, SQUEE.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Her name was Rosa, too--but truly she was Rosa, first. Her husband thought it too beautiful a name, thought it should go on and on, named their daughter after her mother. The daughter looks like the mother (Mr. Grewgious peers at her in the firelight as she watches him, too, a little shy, a little too childish and self-righteous to be shy). The daughter, when she grows a little, will smile like her mother. It already hints at her mouth when she is pleased; he's seen it.
Mr. Grewgious peers at her in the firelight, and for a moment the flicker makes her look just like Rosa, because the parts in shadow are the daughter, the parts lit up are her mother. He agrees to help her without hesitation.

That, my dear, is called I-haven't-read-the-book-in-ages-and-I'm-trying-to-write-about-a-scene-I-don't remember, but there you are.