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Feb. 4th, 2011
[Forsaken] - Valentine's
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lslaw.livejournal.com1990 - Mum and Dad spent the night in Dresden while Sergeant Baker babysat and taught five officer brats to play poker. Twenty years later I'll still be using the skills she taught us to catch out lies in the interview room.
1991 - Mum tries to spend the night in Dresden with Dad, but he's dead and we're in Aldershot. My Valentine prospects are poor, as apparently girls like bad boys.
1992 - Mum the same. Attempting to drown a classmate in the fish pond apparently hasn't qualified me for 'attractive bad boy' status.
1993-1999 - Lean teenage years. Having to be home by six to stop your mother eating something toxic or just plain nasty by mistake is not something that impresses most teenage girls.
2000 - First year of University; first actual Valentine's date. Stephanie Grey. Dumps me the day after because 'it felt wrong to do it on Valentine's day'. I mention that waiting didn't help much and she invites me to 'be like that then'.
2001, 2002 - Joanne.
2003 - Text from Joanne to say she isn't coming back from the States for at least three years. It is, to be fair, my choice not to join her.
2004-2006 - Lean.
2007 - Meg Tailor, fellow DC. I break that one off in June after I found out that she took Snowdon's money.
2008-2010 - Lean.
2011 - Isabelle.
I had better bloody live until Valentine's.
1991 - Mum tries to spend the night in Dresden with Dad, but he's dead and we're in Aldershot. My Valentine prospects are poor, as apparently girls like bad boys.
1992 - Mum the same. Attempting to drown a classmate in the fish pond apparently hasn't qualified me for 'attractive bad boy' status.
1993-1999 - Lean teenage years. Having to be home by six to stop your mother eating something toxic or just plain nasty by mistake is not something that impresses most teenage girls.
2000 - First year of University; first actual Valentine's date. Stephanie Grey. Dumps me the day after because 'it felt wrong to do it on Valentine's day'. I mention that waiting didn't help much and she invites me to 'be like that then'.
2001, 2002 - Joanne.
2003 - Text from Joanne to say she isn't coming back from the States for at least three years. It is, to be fair, my choice not to join her.
2004-2006 - Lean.
2007 - Meg Tailor, fellow DC. I break that one off in June after I found out that she took Snowdon's money.
2008-2010 - Lean.
2011 - Isabelle.
I had better bloody live until Valentine's.
January Challenge - Desire
Feb. 4th, 2011 05:20 pmelizathemekhet.livejournal.comSnowflake fretted. Damn, how could she tell Eli this?
She had come so close to saying at New Year but something had held her back. Fear, most likely.
It wasn’t something you dropped casually into conversation. Particularly when you’re married to an Elemental North Courtier…
But … she’d never wanted anything so badly.
The Shadowsoul leaned back against the entrance to Mary King’s Close and thought. And thought. And thought some more.
Nope. No matter how she considered this, there was no easy way to say.
A few days later, she got her chance. He’d been so wonderful. There had been a cracked window in the kitchen. She’d come through to the lounge, complaining of the cold and he’d offered to have a look. And then he’d gone and made a new window!
It was then that she found her courage.
She’d told him that she felt useless because all she could do was scare people. Eli, her darling Eli, had reassured her so amazingly. She didn’t deserve his praise. “That’s not true, you are a wonderful wife” he told her.
She told him then that she wanted a baby.
To her joy, he agreed that they could try. He didn’t know if it would be possible, but they’d try.
She had come so close to saying at New Year but something had held her back. Fear, most likely.
It wasn’t something you dropped casually into conversation. Particularly when you’re married to an Elemental North Courtier…
But … she’d never wanted anything so badly.
The Shadowsoul leaned back against the entrance to Mary King’s Close and thought. And thought. And thought some more.
Nope. No matter how she considered this, there was no easy way to say.
A few days later, she got her chance. He’d been so wonderful. There had been a cracked window in the kitchen. She’d come through to the lounge, complaining of the cold and he’d offered to have a look. And then he’d gone and made a new window!
It was then that she found her courage.
She’d told him that she felt useless because all she could do was scare people. Eli, her darling Eli, had reassured her so amazingly. She didn’t deserve his praise. “That’s not true, you are a wonderful wife” he told her.
She told him then that she wanted a baby.
To her joy, he agreed that they could try. He didn’t know if it would be possible, but they’d try.
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Freaky Friday - Nyght and Rose
Feb. 4th, 2011 09:38 pmfrothy-bunny.livejournal.com She turned over sleepily and her hand instinctively moved under her pillow. She sat upright staring at the clean cotton sheets and white pillow cases. This was not her bed and her knives were in her bed and her bed was.... actually that bit she didn't know. Where was she? She turned and slipped her feet off the edge of the bed. She rubbed at her head. Her Hair! where was her hair. Someone had cut it while they moved her, when she got hold of them.... she looked at the room, the ivy and flowers growing up the walls, reminded her of Astraea's home, but Lighter, Maybe she had suffered an accident.
She stood up and felt, well, shorter. Something was not right. She moved to a mirror and looked in at Rose's big wide eye's looking back at her.
"Must be the first time I have been glad Lorica is dead, I would hate to explain this to him" She spoke, her voice soft and almost soothing. Nyght moved over to Rose's wardrobe, Now to see this girls closet,she looked at the mass of pink and blue and fought her way through to the black. Oh dear. This girl needed to be made over, at least clothing wise, and maybe something cute and sexy and a little less princess like with her hair. She really could do what ever she wanted, no, desired today. Rose will flip she thought, no she won't, Rose will only say as long as you had fun, she argued with herself. Now to talk to the bank. She needed some money to do this with. She made the arrangements for Rose to be allowed to collect some money from a bank. It was after all business expenses. She found the sexiest dress she could manage and went to the bank. With a bag full of cash the world was her oyster. New heels that screamed sexual predator and a new dress (or several) to match, a couple of letter openers and then to the hairdresser. one sexy hair cut later and she walked down the street smiling. A young man whistled as she went past, she paused, turned and walked back to him, kissing him she smiled and turned away again. Right now she knew exactly where she was and right now, life felt pretty damn good.
She stood up and felt, well, shorter. Something was not right. She moved to a mirror and looked in at Rose's big wide eye's looking back at her.
"Must be the first time I have been glad Lorica is dead, I would hate to explain this to him" She spoke, her voice soft and almost soothing. Nyght moved over to Rose's wardrobe, Now to see this girls closet,she looked at the mass of pink and blue and fought her way through to the black. Oh dear. This girl needed to be made over, at least clothing wise, and maybe something cute and sexy and a little less princess like with her hair. She really could do what ever she wanted, no, desired today. Rose will flip she thought, no she won't, Rose will only say as long as you had fun, she argued with herself. Now to talk to the bank. She needed some money to do this with. She made the arrangements for Rose to be allowed to collect some money from a bank. It was after all business expenses. She found the sexiest dress she could manage and went to the bank. With a bag full of cash the world was her oyster. New heels that screamed sexual predator and a new dress (or several) to match, a couple of letter openers and then to the hairdresser. one sexy hair cut later and she walked down the street smiling. A young man whistled as she went past, she paused, turned and walked back to him, kissing him she smiled and turned away again. Right now she knew exactly where she was and right now, life felt pretty damn good.
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