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I need to find out if the 'lj cut' actually works, and how to put in links. For a generally technologically proficient geek mama I am rather wary of these things. Weird.
Here's a drabble, done for the Black Pearl Sails group on Yahoo, which my Lady Mora will like to read when she GETS BACK FROM PARIS!!!!!!!!!! (the brat.)
Molly Hatter
The window was cracked, but clean, with a faded dimity curtain, open to the moonlight. Quiescent now, he lay, black eyes studying her face, languid limbs half-draped against her.
"Molly, is it?"
She hesitated. Then, "Aye. Molly Hatter."
"Hatter?"
She smiled. "From a long line of `em." She was silent a moment, then said, "That's what I'm savin' for. I'll have my own shop some day." And until then... Her smile faded a little.
"Are you good, then?" A flash of gold and white at her lifted brow. "At making hats, love."
She chuckled. "Aye. I am. My Da' was the best in Coventry. Taught me everything."
He moved against her, eyes laughing. "Not everything."
She pursed her lips. "About making hats!" she said, and melted again into his kiss.
* * * * *
When she woke, to thin sunlight and the cool of a new morning, he was gone. She rose, a half smile on her lips, and absently put on her robe. And then she saw it, on the little table, next to the vase of wildflowers: not coins, but a smallish, lumpy sack. Fingers trembling, she opened the sack. Gold. A lot of it.
He'd left a note, too. `Next time I see you I'll be wanting a hat. JS'
Hopefully that worked. We'll see.
Here's a drabble, done for the Black Pearl Sails group on Yahoo, which my Lady Mora will like to read when she GETS BACK FROM PARIS!!!!!!!!!! (the brat.)
Molly Hatter
The window was cracked, but clean, with a faded dimity curtain, open to the moonlight. Quiescent now, he lay, black eyes studying her face, languid limbs half-draped against her.
"Molly, is it?"
She hesitated. Then, "Aye. Molly Hatter."
"Hatter?"
She smiled. "From a long line of `em." She was silent a moment, then said, "That's what I'm savin' for. I'll have my own shop some day." And until then... Her smile faded a little.
"Are you good, then?" A flash of gold and white at her lifted brow. "At making hats, love."
She chuckled. "Aye. I am. My Da' was the best in Coventry. Taught me everything."
He moved against her, eyes laughing. "Not everything."
She pursed her lips. "About making hats!" she said, and melted again into his kiss.
* * * * *
When she woke, to thin sunlight and the cool of a new morning, he was gone. She rose, a half smile on her lips, and absently put on her robe. And then she saw it, on the little table, next to the vase of wildflowers: not coins, but a smallish, lumpy sack. Fingers trembling, she opened the sack. Gold. A lot of it.
He'd left a note, too. `Next time I see you I'll be wanting a hat. JS'
Hopefully that worked. We'll see.