His Lordship stares down at his paperwork, his eyes unseeing. By this time of morning, he would have usually summoned Drumknott to organize his efforts for the day. And yet, he hesitates. He is confused; he dislikes the experience immensely. He rarely had doubts about what he was doing. But Rufus... what kind of game was the man playing? He smiles ( Read more... )

Words spread across the page in an agitated hand.

I kissed him. Rufus. Gods, why? Why did I do that? Have I gone mad? I must have. But... it was wonderful. More exquisite than I could have dreamed. Perhaps worth it. And it must be admitted that he kissed me back. And then left me with a mirthful glint in his eye. Could he possibly have been ( Read more... )

((This takes place shortly after the events seen here and here. Curse my work schedule, etc, for us not actually finishing the latter. But it cannot just disappear. *Grins*))

His Lordship awakes, his head throbbing. He winces slightly. What was I doing last night? Slowly, things drift into the forefront of his hazy memory. He winces again. He is ( Read more... )

His Lordship picks the sprig of lilac up from where it had been resting in wait for him on his desk. After a few moments of looking at it, remembering in silence, he pins it to his robes. His eyes travel to the window, and then he walks to get a better view. And he stands there, watching, thinking, remembering that fateful day, all those years ago.

Guile: Insidious, deceitful intelligence. Need I say more ( Read more... )

This one involves words, so it is closer to my line of interests.

Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and then pass out letters to those who want to play along.

Following in Alison's footsteps, of course...

If you woke up and I was in bed with you, what would be your first thought?
Reply here, then post the above line in your own journal.

Go to images.google.com and type in a word or something that reminds you of me. Choose a picture and post it here in my journal. You can either tell me what the word was, or not.

Inked letters flow across the page.

Alison is... kittenish tonight. Complete with ears, tail, and paws. Do not ask me how. I am sure it is some sort of magic. She pounced on me, at any rate, which, I am sorry to say, awakened some of the twinges in that damned wound again. Not badly, of course, but enough to be irritating. I believe I managed to ( Read more... )

1. I'll respond with something random I like about you ( Read more... )