#047
[Title] Reflection
[Fandom] The Brothers Grimm
[Pairing] N/A
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 359
[Summary] Nothing, really. Wilheim Grimm just sort of attacked me, and I was forced to quell his clawing at my brain. So he's just jabbering on. I must be one of the first people to write him, oh dear. I'm sure the slash will come later.
This whole writing thing is really going to take us somewhere. Sure, I’ll get the normal snappy comments about how I didn’t support Jake with his beliefs and hardly approved of his book where he kept all his notes, but that criticism will fade away eventually.
He’ll do the writing, and I’ll make sure it’s dramatic enough. Sometimes he gets carried away, and I’ve got to make sure the end product is still something that people will want to read. We’ll work well together, though. And then we’ll really be raking in the cash. No more fraud and nearly getting executed. I think I speak for the both of us when I say that I’m quite sick of that.
There are a few things that need to be taken care of, though. Everyone seems to have forgotten that I was stabbed through the chest, after all. Now I’ve dealt with good amounts of pain before. Things have gone wrong when we were practicing for one of our stunts. I forgot to put my (not helpful, just shiny) armor on or someone missed when they aimed with their crossbow or whatever else. But getting stabbed in the chest by a sword that’s being controlled by some age-old hag is the most painful thing I've had to endeavor.
At least I got a kiss out of it. That was nice. Although Jake is right. I didn’t get the girl, and that’s how it’s always supposed to work. Who’s the fairest of them all, and all that. But no, she just said we’re welcome whenever we want to come visit. Stupid girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.
Another thing-my hands need to heal. In that stupid spell I was under, I started clutching at shards of mirror like a bloody fool. I finally got them wrapped up, though. But still, not very easy to write much of anything with them in this state.
Once everything’s settled, though, we’ll do well. We’ll be famous. Again!
And people will stop glaring at us in the street for being law-breakers. We’ll even be able to frequent pubs again.
All in due time, I suppose.
[Fandom] The Brothers Grimm
[Pairing] N/A
[Rating] PG
[Word Count] 359
[Summary] Nothing, really. Wilheim Grimm just sort of attacked me, and I was forced to quell his clawing at my brain. So he's just jabbering on. I must be one of the first people to write him, oh dear. I'm sure the slash will come later.
This whole writing thing is really going to take us somewhere. Sure, I’ll get the normal snappy comments about how I didn’t support Jake with his beliefs and hardly approved of his book where he kept all his notes, but that criticism will fade away eventually.
He’ll do the writing, and I’ll make sure it’s dramatic enough. Sometimes he gets carried away, and I’ve got to make sure the end product is still something that people will want to read. We’ll work well together, though. And then we’ll really be raking in the cash. No more fraud and nearly getting executed. I think I speak for the both of us when I say that I’m quite sick of that.
There are a few things that need to be taken care of, though. Everyone seems to have forgotten that I was stabbed through the chest, after all. Now I’ve dealt with good amounts of pain before. Things have gone wrong when we were practicing for one of our stunts. I forgot to put my (not helpful, just shiny) armor on or someone missed when they aimed with their crossbow or whatever else. But getting stabbed in the chest by a sword that’s being controlled by some age-old hag is the most painful thing I've had to endeavor.
At least I got a kiss out of it. That was nice. Although Jake is right. I didn’t get the girl, and that’s how it’s always supposed to work. Who’s the fairest of them all, and all that. But no, she just said we’re welcome whenever we want to come visit. Stupid girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.
Another thing-my hands need to heal. In that stupid spell I was under, I started clutching at shards of mirror like a bloody fool. I finally got them wrapped up, though. But still, not very easy to write much of anything with them in this state.
Once everything’s settled, though, we’ll do well. We’ll be famous. Again!
And people will stop glaring at us in the street for being law-breakers. We’ll even be able to frequent pubs again.
All in due time, I suppose.