Bruises - NewS - PG-13

[hizashikage]

Title: Bruises
Author: anamuan
Pairing/Group: RyoPi
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 1,545
Warnings: Remember, smoking kills.
Notes: Originally for procreational for the je_holiday gift exchange. I'm glad you liked it dear. You comment made me insanely happy. Also thanks to anyone else who commented. ♥♥♥ to you all :DDDD
Thanks to sillyandmorbid and nihongofrancais for reading it over for me and giving me 'second

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Wow, my turnaround time is epic...sorry about that

[mycroftnext]

My sister and I used to wear an electronic crown, but the batteries in it were soooo heavy, they would really hurt our heads, so one year Mom suggested, "Why not try real candles?" So we took out the batteries and put in clay in which we stuck the candles, and away we went. I was the first to wear the real-candle crown, and Dad said that the whole time he had visions of my (rather long) hair going up in flames. In later years we got smart and put some clear plastic wrap on the top of my head so that the wax at least didn't get stuck at the root of my hair. That definitely hurts to try and brush out!

That is not a pointless paragraph. I knew I shouldn't have tried to spell in Swedish at whatever inane hour of the morning that was. But when tired I turn into a Lapplander? That's awesome. But the poor mangled cats. ;)

We sing the song that goes:
Natten går tunga fjät
runt gård och stuva.
Kring jord, som sol'n förlät,
skuggorna ruva.
Då i vårt mörka hus
stiga med tända ljus
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.
Då i vårt mörka hus
stiga med tända ljus
Sankta Lucia, Sankta Lucia.
(btw, I had to look that up, because the spelling would have been incomprehensible at best.) When I was in elementary school, we would do this as a presentation every December 13th (elementary school teachers loved doing international stuff). Dad would tell them a little bit about Sweden, then he would turn off all the lights, and then I would come in singing in Swedish, then we would sing it again in English so the kids would understand.

Dad moved all over the southern half of Sweden. He was in Stockholm for just a little bit, but then he was in Malmö, Uddevalla, Trollhättan, Uppsala, Skövde, and Göteborg. Missionaries move around a lot.

I don't mind elaboration. It makes me happy (clearly).

Your writing is very good, period. No equivocation necessary.