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Anti-OTP: Henry Fitzroy/Quincey
When nightfall hits, Quincey goes out for one of his walks, heading for the forest. He's learned too well how dangerous the dark can be, but he's a hunter by his nature. The way to deal with danger is not to be afraid, but to go out and sidle up next to it, get good and comfortable with it. These days, he knows nighttime pretty damn well. -
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*once he's back in his room, alone, he'll pour himself a strong drink and sink into a chair-- he's grown tired of smiling and congratulating (he's happy for them, he is-- but being happy for someone else doesn't mean you're not miserable for yourself) and there is a certain relief in unhappiness, when it needn't be disguised* -
Anti-OTP: Quincey/Gladys
*He's out on the porch, smoking a cigarette, having thought it impolite to smoke indoors, with so much company. However, he's unlikely to refuse the company of a pretty lady-- regardless of who her cousins may be.* -
Anti-OTP: Quincey/Ennis
*Quincey's lounging underneath a tree somewhere on the mansion's grounds, hat shading his eyes. He is just beginning to nod off* -
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Typist: . . . so, Google turns up rather horrifying results sometimes. o_____O The link's work safeness is questionable, I guess, but it's only a review, thankfully, and not the book's text itself.
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. . . . . . . . . . . . . *and so on, and so forth* well, then. That was-- I mean. It's been an interesting night. -
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*Has been foppified*
. . . I look like that Wotton fellow. *tugs at his dandified collar* I don't know how he can stand living like this. -
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quinceypmorris is nervous. Shakey, shakey. Parkinson's patients keep inviting you to join their community and you don't know why. I'll tell you why: you're too damn high strung for your own good. Chill out, yo. brought to you by interim32. wanna know your lj's moodring color? enter your user name and hit the button. ( ( Read more... ) -
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I had to sit through a film with my typist and a friend of hers the other day. Bram Stoker's Dracula.
It was awfully strange, to say the least. Lucy was-- well-- wasn't the Lucy I know, that's for sure. For example, the real Lucy tended to keep clothed when she had male visitors. And they sure added in, or exaggerated, anyway, a lot. Like with the ( Read more... )