-
(Untitled)
Ask me a question about each of the following:
- Friends
- Sex
- Music
- Drugs
- Love
- Livejournal
No matter how rude, sexual, or confidential. Then post this in your journal and see what questions you get asked.
*isn't sure whether to be amused or annoyed at her typist, and has settled for a mixture of the two-- probably leaning towards -
Look! It's an open post!
*is sitting, stitching (mending-- hasn't often got the patience for embroidery) in careful, even stitches, a dull task, we're afraid, but necessary-- elsewise, the holes in a certain headmate's elbows will only grow wider, and it's a very cold winter to be having holes in one's elbows ( Read more... ) -
Don Pedro/Beatrice anti-otp
*is sitting near her window, reading, though the sunlight is making her sleepy and it is harder and harder to think of the book*
*she is wearing, we might add, the dress that Hero gave her, yellow-gold embroidered with blue flowers. let it never be said that Beatrice doesn't like pretty things-- it is only pretty words from lovers that earn her -
(Untitled)
*is having considerable trouble with the whole Not Blaming Claudio thing* *in fact, is positively fuming* *AND hasn't succeeded in getting the information she wanted* *so. grr. D:<* -
(Untitled)
*is this an incredibly beamy, happy Beatrice we see? Why yes, yes it is!*
I am cured! The heart obeys the mind's will, and I am well. -
(Untitled)
*pacing back and forth and back and forth in barely-contained agitation* *is in love, and more pale than glowing, really*
'Tis a strange, strange day. For the heart to betray the tongue so--
*stops, and flops rather heavily into a convenient chair, alternately panicking and fuming* -
(Untitled)
And so I am given to the highest bidder -- not unlike the way of marriage, oft enough, though I am thankful not to be bound so by this.
