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Title: *to be decided*
Genre: Drama / RegencyAU / Slash
Rating: NC17
Pairings or Characters: eventual Danny/Steve, Danny/other
Type of beta you'd like: the usual grammar, punctuation and flaws. Also just looking for a sounding board of sorts to see if this is any good. My head if full of AU's at the moment and this is getting longer but I'm stalling and not even sure if I should keep going with it. I have a vague plot but help would be great. This is written in POV of Danny and I've read through this recently and the tenses change ridiculously half way through so it needs a good clean up.
Length: currently it's at 18,000 words but will be longer as it's not even halfway written. But I'm taking my time so there's no rush for a quick beta, I'm happy to work at a slow pace with peeps on this one.
Short Summary:
It's a 'regency' piece so late 1800's. Daniel William's is keen to reconnect with his long distance romance, Steven McGarrett who has been travelling with his sick uncle in Europe for a year. But an event at a ball changes Daniel's future dramatically. Will he ever be able to rebuild his friendship and romance with Steven?
This is NC17 so be aware there are sex secenes within the full piece
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It took a number of turns and two dances before he finally arrived. I caught a glimpse of him as I waltzed with Rachel and impatiently waited for the dance to come to an end. With a sly smile she curtsied her thanks and wandered into the crowd as I made my way over to him, careful to bury my excitement. I wanted to kiss him. Instead we smile amicably and shake hands, smiles and looks on our faces conveying our feelings. We act like old friends instead of vibrant young lovers.
Aquaintances surround us on all sides and Steven is drawn into speaking about his travels. I stare uncaringly, it's been months since I set eyes on him. He's caught the sun, his skin is browned a little. Every now and then as he speaks his eyes rest on me and his mouth curls into a smile on the edges until he remembers his audience and continues with his explanations. I don't care that I miss half of what he is saying, in the next few weeks he'll be a regular visitor at the house and I'll be personally privy to every single detail.
Steven comes from a wealthy family, his parents died when he was young and he and his brother became the wards of their uncle. Their inheritance was split between them and both received this inheritance on their eighteenth birthdays. Between them they run the family estate some hundred miles from Rotherhill. I've yet to see the estate but I've heard it's beautiful and Steven has enthralled me on many occasion with stories of his youth there.
Ours isn't a conventional love affair. We met at a ball such as this only a few years ago and struck up a friendship that over the years developed into something deeper and more meaningful. I remember the first time he kissed me, in the rose garden, it was sudden and rushed and he'd stood back worrying his lower lip like he'd overstepped some kind of line. He's always so sure of himself that to see him so unsure, so vulnerable had made me feel strangely warm inside.
At the time he had plenty of people, male and female, vying for his affections. His money was a great attraction to all. I just wanted him, rich or poor, I wanted him. Eventually people began to realise that though we'd made no formal announcement, that we were destined for each other. Then his uncle had gotten sick and I saw less and less of him, though we stayed in touch with our letters. His uncle had always wanted to travel and the doctors thought perhaps the foreign air would do him so good.
They'd been travelling around Europe for several months now. I wanted to pull Steven from the crowd into the privacy of the gardens and kiss him silly. Instead I stand on the outer edges of our circle of friends and gaze like a love struck puppy at him.
Genre: Drama / RegencyAU / Slash
Rating: NC17
Pairings or Characters: eventual Danny/Steve, Danny/other
Type of beta you'd like: the usual grammar, punctuation and flaws. Also just looking for a sounding board of sorts to see if this is any good. My head if full of AU's at the moment and this is getting longer but I'm stalling and not even sure if I should keep going with it. I have a vague plot but help would be great. This is written in POV of Danny and I've read through this recently and the tenses change ridiculously half way through so it needs a good clean up.
Length: currently it's at 18,000 words but will be longer as it's not even halfway written. But I'm taking my time so there's no rush for a quick beta, I'm happy to work at a slow pace with peeps on this one.
Short Summary:
It's a 'regency' piece so late 1800's. Daniel William's is keen to reconnect with his long distance romance, Steven McGarrett who has been travelling with his sick uncle in Europe for a year. But an event at a ball changes Daniel's future dramatically. Will he ever be able to rebuild his friendship and romance with Steven?
This is NC17 so be aware there are sex secenes within the full piece
extract -
It took a number of turns and two dances before he finally arrived. I caught a glimpse of him as I waltzed with Rachel and impatiently waited for the dance to come to an end. With a sly smile she curtsied her thanks and wandered into the crowd as I made my way over to him, careful to bury my excitement. I wanted to kiss him. Instead we smile amicably and shake hands, smiles and looks on our faces conveying our feelings. We act like old friends instead of vibrant young lovers.
Aquaintances surround us on all sides and Steven is drawn into speaking about his travels. I stare uncaringly, it's been months since I set eyes on him. He's caught the sun, his skin is browned a little. Every now and then as he speaks his eyes rest on me and his mouth curls into a smile on the edges until he remembers his audience and continues with his explanations. I don't care that I miss half of what he is saying, in the next few weeks he'll be a regular visitor at the house and I'll be personally privy to every single detail.
Steven comes from a wealthy family, his parents died when he was young and he and his brother became the wards of their uncle. Their inheritance was split between them and both received this inheritance on their eighteenth birthdays. Between them they run the family estate some hundred miles from Rotherhill. I've yet to see the estate but I've heard it's beautiful and Steven has enthralled me on many occasion with stories of his youth there.
Ours isn't a conventional love affair. We met at a ball such as this only a few years ago and struck up a friendship that over the years developed into something deeper and more meaningful. I remember the first time he kissed me, in the rose garden, it was sudden and rushed and he'd stood back worrying his lower lip like he'd overstepped some kind of line. He's always so sure of himself that to see him so unsure, so vulnerable had made me feel strangely warm inside.
At the time he had plenty of people, male and female, vying for his affections. His money was a great attraction to all. I just wanted him, rich or poor, I wanted him. Eventually people began to realise that though we'd made no formal announcement, that we were destined for each other. Then his uncle had gotten sick and I saw less and less of him, though we stayed in touch with our letters. His uncle had always wanted to travel and the doctors thought perhaps the foreign air would do him so good.
They'd been travelling around Europe for several months now. I wanted to pull Steven from the crowd into the privacy of the gardens and kiss him silly. Instead I stand on the outer edges of our circle of friends and gaze like a love struck puppy at him.