"I cannot guess..."
Sep. 4th, 2005 11:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyoneI woke in the middle of the night last night and started writing Zara/Florian... It's truly bizarre. I may have to type it up just to show off what on earth happens in my head when I write in the half-dark with my glasses off not truly awake.
Or then again, I might polish it and see whether I can do anything with it. It's all very interesting to consider, ne? Or maybe I might instead do something I need to, or something I ought to--I have a nice long list.
To-day is fair day. I shall be the black-haired girl who wanders through the displays looking at everything, and writing dreams and the beginnings of stories on a bit of paper in my greatcoat pocket... or else I shall be in the rides on something high up and noisy and fast, and probably laughing.
Writing in the middle of the night made me so tired that I ended up copping out of church, but that's all right--the chalice bearer's training starts next week, so I'm not needed until then. I'll be all right--I acolyte that week. You don't have to come along, Zara, but I think I will need to go, between those two things. On the plus side, Waen has offered to make you her pancakes and her peach turnovers for breakfast on the respective mornings. ^_^ She's getting very excited.
But now it's time to finish my exercises, and find out what happens next to poor, sweet stupid Mitka Karamazov. I don't want him to die, and I don't want him to go to Siberia, like Rodya--I want him to live happily ever after with Grushenka, and it won't happen. And Ilyusha will die, too. Bah. Well, to go.
Or then again, I might polish it and see whether I can do anything with it. It's all very interesting to consider, ne? Or maybe I might instead do something I need to, or something I ought to--I have a nice long list.
To-day is fair day. I shall be the black-haired girl who wanders through the displays looking at everything, and writing dreams and the beginnings of stories on a bit of paper in my greatcoat pocket... or else I shall be in the rides on something high up and noisy and fast, and probably laughing.
Writing in the middle of the night made me so tired that I ended up copping out of church, but that's all right--the chalice bearer's training starts next week, so I'm not needed until then. I'll be all right--I acolyte that week. You don't have to come along, Zara, but I think I will need to go, between those two things. On the plus side, Waen has offered to make you her pancakes and her peach turnovers for breakfast on the respective mornings. ^_^ She's getting very excited.
But now it's time to finish my exercises, and find out what happens next to poor, sweet stupid Mitka Karamazov. I don't want him to die, and I don't want him to go to Siberia, like Rodya--I want him to live happily ever after with Grushenka, and it won't happen. And Ilyusha will die, too. Bah. Well, to go.
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Date: 2005-09-04 05:21 pm (UTC)...I shall post about the wedding when I get home tonight, but I thought you should know that I had to deal with a drugged-up (Watson gave him morphine?), incoherent Dane for most of it, and he kept babbling about weddings and loving Horatio.
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Date: 2005-09-04 05:30 pm (UTC)^_______^ YAY!
...Ahahaha. OMG. I still love you, Hamlet!
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Date: 2005-09-04 09:53 pm (UTC)...XD Now I have to keep him from making a drug-induced marriage proposal.
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Date: 2005-09-05 02:56 am (UTC)...*DED*
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Date: 2005-09-05 03:11 am (UTC)...Horatio would be all 'OMGWTFBBQ'. That would almost be worth it.
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Date: 2005-09-05 03:16 am (UTC)...Yes, he would. Except in Shakespearean English, yo.
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Date: 2005-09-05 03:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-05 03:21 am (UTC)