"Take the Way Home That Leads Back to Sullivan Street...

[psalm_onethirtyone]

So. anima_mecanique. As our resident Latin expert, I would like to make a special request. Specifically, I am working on a really dorky project and I was wondering if you could beta-read it for me. >_> Would that be okay?

Went on a two-hour walk/horseback ride (meaning I was walking, Mama and Maria were riding) to-day. Have blisters on feeeeets. Paiiiiin.

With the shameless encouragement of mhari, I am posting this meme slightly edited:

1) Make a list of 15 characters and assign each character a number.

2) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them, i.e. "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?"

3) WRITE CRACKFIC BASED ON THESE QUESTIONS. :D So, basically, you invent insane questions and I write you weird little fics based on them.

GO GO GO.

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

"You're really extraordinarily sweet," he murmurs, looking up at her with a face that for all his knowing talk is boyishly open. As bright-spirited as her husband never was. Gwenhwyfach looks away: it seems impossible, it is impossible, but Mordred is dead, and she--is she worse than her sister?--is letting herself be wooed by a Frenchman.

"Sweet?" she says, not meeting his eyes. Young, trusting, loving, and she alone. It can't be right.

"--And wise." He lifts his young hands to her face, worn at fifty with sorrow, and she prays, prays, as she lets him kiss her, than Lancelot never said anything like this to Guenever.