So yeah, I've finally opted for a friends-only policy except for my fics, mainly because I'm a paranoid freak whom you don't want to get too close to anyway :)
If for some mysterious reason you still feel the urge to read my rants and general babble, don't hesitate to tell me why - and maybe we'll become... friends *cue dramatic music*


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Christ, I really am turning into a zombie. Rohypnol is knocking me dead but not in a good way - i.e. I can still stay awake for a day or so & then fall asleep for twenty hours straight, like I did yesterday (waking up at approximately 6 pm), with the result that I was unable to sleep a wink all night. This is driving me crazy ( Read more... )

Well, that's it then. Actually, I'm glad I wrote this epilogue - it enabled me to justify the title and indulge into shameless T.S. Eliot-quoting. Hopefully I managed to find a point of balance between angst and, um, other things. This is a bit longer than I'd initially planned, BTW. And you know - typos, blah blah blah, don't hesitate to point ( Read more... )

Okay... thing is, I can't write, um, hot stuff. It's not that I don't want to - I just... can't. And I'm afraid this whole chapter is but a weak attempt at coming up with a satisfactory reunion. I'm still not happy with it, but seeing as I'm never quite happy with anything, you might as well have it.
Also, I meant to end the story here but it sort ( Read more... )

Okay, I've decided to split the last part into two chappies - not just for the sake of evil cliffhangers, but because I promised you guys I'd post the next chapter pretty soon... and I'm still not happy with the third-person narrative in the last bit *headdesk* So yeah, have this and bear with me in the meantime...

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Well, it's only been...  three months. Oops. I apologise for this huge delay, but stuff got in the way and though I wrote some of this ages ago I couldn't bring myself to post anything. No, that's not an excuse. Feel free to throw rotten tomatoes at me.

I know exactly where I'm going with this now - there are two or three chapters left, one of which ( Read more... )

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( Must stop... writing... and... go to sleep... )

( I'm sorry, Hastings. I promise it will get better. Maybe. Bwahaha. )

I started writing this stuff on Thursday night, when I was pathetically gloomy and obsessed with T. S. Eliot's "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock". I tend to re-read my favourite things when I'm depressed, and this time through association of ideas the poem got me to think of Hastings and the orderly life he must have led with his wife and four ( Read more... )