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Finally I got to reply to a comment using that fine line!
That was in response to a comment for Chapter 42 of the Triangle. Not even a particularly negative comment, just one where the commenter had a different view about character's pairing, which is fair enough!
But I wonder if this means that I'm a proper author now?  :-)

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I just uploaded a new userpic, from 'The Ecstasy of St Teresa' by Gian Lorenzo Bernini (1652).


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Have been by myself for several days now, hubby being away. Done all the things a girl does when left on her own devices (notwithstanding the requirement to go to work and behave as an adult): stayed up late, not changed out of the pajamas the whole day (even when walking the doggies - that's what large overcoats are for!), cooking and eating from ( Read more... )

Jaime

Jaime couldn’t sleep that night. He tossed and turned and covered his face with a blanket, despite the room already being pitch-black. It was all Sansa’s doing, he fumed, before acknowledging that Sansa was not at fault for the swirl of emotions drowning him. However, she was certainly not completely innocent either. She had, after all, burst ( Read more... )

SansaSansa knew it was only a matter of time before Sandor brought up Jaime’s proposal - or was it Tyrion’s? - with the man himself. Yet it had been days since she had told him about it, and to her knowledge it had not happened ( Read more... )

Sandor

Sandor couldn’t shake Sansa’s proposed marriage to Jaime out of his mind, no matter how hard he tried. It persisted, popping up whenever he wasn’t careful. At first he resisted it, fighting against the disturbing images of seeing his little bird wed to another. Yet gradually his hesitation gave way to contemplation as he forced himself to ( Read more... )

SansaSansa sighed and pulled away from Sandor, sweat gluing strands of hair to her forehead. Sandor’s chest moved up and down as he breathed heavily, spent by the passion that had overtaken them. The sheets lay tangled and forgotten at the foot of the bed ( Read more... )

JaimeNot a week after Jaime’s return to Winterfell Sansa requested that he join her in her solar, alone. When Jaime arrived, he saw Sansa behind a small writing table, her fingers stained with ink and a piece of parchment in her hand. Sansa had a room for receiving petitioners and attending to her official correspondence near the Great Hall, but ( Read more... )