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Birthday Dinner for Rosa.
The table is laid out with the best china and glassware, and a bouquet of flowers sits on one of the plates. Raoul paces back and forth, fidgeting with his cravat, or a napkin, or anything else at hand. He didn't think he was usually this nervous, but Kaos' little prank set him a bit on edge and he hasn't quite gotten over it yet. He's sure it' ( Read more... ) -
Typist takeover, MWAHAHAHA
Raoul, here, and Cyrano de Bergerac (elegancewithin) will both be gone until Sunday. Don't miss them too much. ♥ -
. . . almost forgot.
Today is my birthday.
. . . joy and jubilation? Or something.
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. . . dammit.
*is not kiddified, thankyouverymuch*
I'm so idiotic. AGH! STUPIDSTUPIDSTUPID *headdesks*
I'm sorry, Rosa, I shouldn't have said anything.
Does that mean you don't want to..?
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Today (or yesterday, if we mean to be correct about the time) my typist celebrated Independence Day (she's American, obviously). Neighbors were setting off fireworks in the streets. It was.. dreadfully loud, I must say, and only entertaining for the first few minutes. And it seemed rather messy all together. I do hope that they cleaned-up the ( Read more... ) -
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*is feeling particularly hurty today*
Typist refuses to let me go to bed until I post this. Because apparently the fact that I need sleep means nothing to her.
( Lo, two meaningless 'memes' and one of those doll things. ) -
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*gingerly rubs his jaw*
. . . well then. An eventful weekend. Got into a duel with an idiot Rosa's ex-fiancé Edwin Drood, then had a fight about it with Rosa, then she forgave me, and we made-up.
It doesn't seem like much, but holy hell, suffice it to say, I'm exhausted. My shoulder is still aching.And evidentally I've been too concerned with ( Read more... ) -
private musings wheee!
. . . today I discussed some things that I thought I'd much rather forget.
Repressed memories much?
I'm afraid of ruining what I have with Rosa. . . I don't want to hurt her or make her unhappy. I'm. . . is it odd that I'm frightened of being so happy. . .? It's almost as if this is all too good to last. -
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Today was. . . good. Very, very good.
Rosa and I missed our two-month anniversary on Sunday (which was probably for the better, all things considered) and celebrated today in the mansion. . .
It was. . . . . . *grins embarrassedly*
*clears throat and attempts to sober* Right. It was. . . lovely. Um. *blushes and smiles*
. . . I love you, -
Father's Day
. . . and I continually neglect this journal. My apologies. . . but does anyone actually read this other than me? actually, don't answer that. I don't think I want to know.. . . Father's Day came and went, and I hardly even knew it. I knew it was today. . . er, yesterday. . . Sunday, but my typist forgot to remind me, she says, as it's not a ( Read more... )