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psalm_onethirtyone*fallsover* Tired! Really tired!
I think I'm going to take a nap, honestly.
But I started writing out parts of the next chapter of Catechism on my scratch sheet from taking the HACC test--chapter twenty-four? Has a lot of Clar in it. Because she is just that special. Also she's annoyed that it's taking Emily so long to get back with Gareth. And no, you don't know who Emily is. XD I just finally figured out her name, so I'm taking advantage of that fact. EMILY EMILY EMILY.
--I told you I was tired.
My glasses are getting even odder. I think it's very possible that I'll fall flat on my face from dizziness and double vision at any moment. ^^ This will probably prevent me from watching Man of La Mancha, despite my best efforts.
Also, my book choices (I forgot to get a new gym-reading book from the library, ack) are currently Once and Future King or Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel. I think I may finally end up caving and reading the latter, as the former makes me twitch. And laugh. A lot.
Also? E. Wein left a comment on my livejournal. Excuse me while I die of joy. XD and then I friended her without asking permission, so she may hate me for-ever.
EDIT: Manon made me write Morgause/Linden. Because apparently it's a marriage of TOTALLY CREEPING CRAZY minds. 200 words.
"Madam." The graceful bow, the soft, milk-warm voice, the gleam of fanaticism in the eyes.
"Sir," she says, smiling--the smile she uses when she intends to have her way. In him she can see that he will do what she wants; he serves excellently, clear enough in his bearing and previous conduct, the small things he's done at her request. She also knows he'll do what he wants.
That suits her well.
She reaches for his hand, and easily enough he comes to her and takes her kisses. His manner is deferential, polite, as if he has no real interest but obeys because she desires. She shakes her head.
"Come, sir."
"I beg your pardon."
"Thou mightst beg otherwise. Wilt thou?"
"If you ask."
"I have intents for thee."
"I know it, madam."
"As thou hast for me."
He looks quiet for a moment, and then he nods, genteel little movement. "That is the case."
"Then do not disappoint me."
"Very well."
And though at first he continues deferential, at first as moderate as his speaking, she draws the flame from within him, and he is as fierce-hearted for her as the hidden light in him promised.
I think I'm going to take a nap, honestly.
But I started writing out parts of the next chapter of Catechism on my scratch sheet from taking the HACC test--chapter twenty-four? Has a lot of Clar in it. Because she is just that special. Also she's annoyed that it's taking Emily so long to get back with Gareth. And no, you don't know who Emily is. XD I just finally figured out her name, so I'm taking advantage of that fact. EMILY EMILY EMILY.
--I told you I was tired.
My glasses are getting even odder. I think it's very possible that I'll fall flat on my face from dizziness and double vision at any moment. ^^ This will probably prevent me from watching Man of La Mancha, despite my best efforts.
Also, my book choices (I forgot to get a new gym-reading book from the library, ack) are currently Once and Future King or Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrel. I think I may finally end up caving and reading the latter, as the former makes me twitch. And laugh. A lot.
Also? E. Wein left a comment on my livejournal. Excuse me while I die of joy. XD and then I friended her without asking permission, so she may hate me for-ever.
EDIT: Manon made me write Morgause/Linden. Because apparently it's a marriage of TOTALLY CREEPING CRAZY minds. 200 words.
"Madam." The graceful bow, the soft, milk-warm voice, the gleam of fanaticism in the eyes.
"Sir," she says, smiling--the smile she uses when she intends to have her way. In him she can see that he will do what she wants; he serves excellently, clear enough in his bearing and previous conduct, the small things he's done at her request. She also knows he'll do what he wants.
That suits her well.
She reaches for his hand, and easily enough he comes to her and takes her kisses. His manner is deferential, polite, as if he has no real interest but obeys because she desires. She shakes her head.
"Come, sir."
"I beg your pardon."
"Thou mightst beg otherwise. Wilt thou?"
"If you ask."
"I have intents for thee."
"I know it, madam."
"As thou hast for me."
He looks quiet for a moment, and then he nods, genteel little movement. "That is the case."
"Then do not disappoint me."
"Very well."
And though at first he continues deferential, at first as moderate as his speaking, she draws the flame from within him, and he is as fierce-hearted for her as the hidden light in him promised.
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Date: 2007-08-29 07:22 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-29 07:29 pm (UTC)Somehow I feel you're to blame. XD
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Date: 2007-08-30 12:36 am (UTC)...
Footnotes?
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Date: 2007-08-30 02:01 am (UTC)Also... the CRACK (in the door) is fantastic. And CRACKIFIED.
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Date: 2007-08-30 02:05 am (UTC)Thank you! The title is because if there's a draught, flame will be drawn towards it. Hence a candle placed by a crack in a door will flicker towards the crack. The line was originally in the drabble, but I had to cut it out for length. /nerd