All sorts of "aww"
Nov. 5th, 2011 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xhesikaOver 11k and still going up, I'm weighing the best way to go about a book like this. I don't think I've ever read a book written from the perspective of the villain where they didn't repent or die by the end.
She looked up at my face slowly, “Monsieur DeWinter, you are positively frightening.”
“An almost welcome observation my dear.” I shouldn’t have smiled, but years of being quite a facetious fellow had made such gestures habitual, and she took yet another step backwards with my small laugh.
She was not at the club the night following, and I immediately felt as if I had caused her such discomfort that she would move from the city entirely. My fears were eased upon finding from a few employees of the club that she had simply taken ill, and rather than staying until the close of the vicinity that night, I left almost as soon as I had arrived with Renée’s home address engraved in my mind.
Amaryllis belladonna, a beautiful flower with a name curiously similar to deadly nightshade, somehow it seemed to be the most fitting flower that one such as myself could bring a living being.
It had been raining, something that I had long since shrugged off. I couldn’t catch any illness from the rain, it was merely the smallest of hindrances, but Renée came out of her small apartment with an umbrella as if I were about to fall over dead.
“Monsieur DeWinter, you will catch your death!” She rushed over to me with the umbrella, coughing on her own the entire way over to me in the downpour.
“If only.” She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back, happy that she seemed to have either forgiven me or forgotten entirely about our conversation the night prior. Either way, I was glad that she was not cross with me. “I’m melting,” I managed.
“I can see that.” She took my arm and began to pull me towards her door.
“Not in the physical sense.”
In the meantime I press on with NaNoWriMo, I'm a few days ahead, but I don't want to fall behind at all. The trouble is that with what I'm writing I'm having to be very picky with my word choice to make sure that everything falls into plan.
Today was lovely though, and it's not over yet. Robbie left to go further south to see friends and I spent the day with Samm. I have eaten so much sushi down here I'm happier than a kitty.
In other news KiKi is beautiful and her tail is as fluffy as she is wide, I almost want to steal her.
She looked up at my face slowly, “Monsieur DeWinter, you are positively frightening.”
“An almost welcome observation my dear.” I shouldn’t have smiled, but years of being quite a facetious fellow had made such gestures habitual, and she took yet another step backwards with my small laugh.
She was not at the club the night following, and I immediately felt as if I had caused her such discomfort that she would move from the city entirely. My fears were eased upon finding from a few employees of the club that she had simply taken ill, and rather than staying until the close of the vicinity that night, I left almost as soon as I had arrived with Renée’s home address engraved in my mind.
Amaryllis belladonna, a beautiful flower with a name curiously similar to deadly nightshade, somehow it seemed to be the most fitting flower that one such as myself could bring a living being.
It had been raining, something that I had long since shrugged off. I couldn’t catch any illness from the rain, it was merely the smallest of hindrances, but Renée came out of her small apartment with an umbrella as if I were about to fall over dead.
“Monsieur DeWinter, you will catch your death!” She rushed over to me with the umbrella, coughing on her own the entire way over to me in the downpour.
“If only.” She smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but smile back, happy that she seemed to have either forgiven me or forgotten entirely about our conversation the night prior. Either way, I was glad that she was not cross with me. “I’m melting,” I managed.
“I can see that.” She took my arm and began to pull me towards her door.
“Not in the physical sense.”
In the meantime I press on with NaNoWriMo, I'm a few days ahead, but I don't want to fall behind at all. The trouble is that with what I'm writing I'm having to be very picky with my word choice to make sure that everything falls into plan.
Today was lovely though, and it's not over yet. Robbie left to go further south to see friends and I spent the day with Samm. I have eaten so much sushi down here I'm happier than a kitty.
In other news KiKi is beautiful and her tail is as fluffy as she is wide, I almost want to steal her.
