Mm, gonna try with a little help from my friends...
A quick entry... cause it's already late, the Firefly's pilot episode is waiting for me and it will be a shame to miss that, won't it ? Tomorrow I make up early, to go in town and maybe get a little job ! A friend's brother is searching help for documents classification... said like this it sounds a little boring but it's not, cause that guy is a second-hand dealer and bookseller... I'm gonna have books in hands all day, isn't it just great ?
What else... the afternoon with M and F was really good. Sad of course, but I think it was essential for all of us. Yesterday I went to her funeral. It was pretty intense, testing... Ok who am I lying to ? It was just awful. And... kinda relieving, when it was done. Later, I went in a coffee-shop with F and M, take a other drink, for her but... It's so weird to be only three now... I don't know how describe this sensation.
It's like I wanted to talk about it, but I couldn't.
Not yet.
I try a new exercise those days... actually two : the english writing, and the "drabble", for non-initiated, a fic in about 100 words. And it's all but easy, plus, you know, I'm not a regular of short wrotes, but that's precisely why I wanna try it. I ended a "ficlet" (about one page) about Kill Bill but I prefer to wait it be beta-read before to put it here.
But let's go for a drabble without beta... I guess it contains some mistakes, I just hope they aren't too awful... Critical and especially corrections are welcomed ^^"
So, hundred words on my last tv-crush : HBO's Deadwood. A really amazing show -with a f*cking awful french dubbing, as usual- but it worth the nuisance, I sware.
Title : Clean hands
Fandom : Deadwood
Character : Seth Bullock
Spoilers : 1x03
Rating : K
Summary : takes place in "Reconnoitering the rim" - thoughts of Seth as he gets a deal with Al Swearegen...
Clean hands
- Agreed !
Sol puts his hand out. Seth bites his lips, but Al doesn't notice. He doesn't move either. Just says :
- I spit in my hand.
He does so.
- Will that drive you screaming into the hills ?
Bloody bastard.
Sol spits in his hand too, like it isn't a significant gesture. Like they aren't making a pact with the devil.
Hand-shacking.
Seth remembers the words of the reverend, few hours ago, at Tom Mason's funerals.
"Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord ? Or who shall stand in his holy place? He that, that hath a clean hands and a pure heart"
Al's waiting for him. Seth shakes his hand, but without split.
His hand is dirty enough. And never will be back clean.
This Swearegen guy soils all he touches.
It's probably his imagination, but...
there's now like a little smell of blood in his palm...
What else... the afternoon with M and F was really good. Sad of course, but I think it was essential for all of us. Yesterday I went to her funeral. It was pretty intense, testing... Ok who am I lying to ? It was just awful. And... kinda relieving, when it was done. Later, I went in a coffee-shop with F and M, take a other drink, for her but... It's so weird to be only three now... I don't know how describe this sensation.
It's like I wanted to talk about it, but I couldn't.
Not yet.
I try a new exercise those days... actually two : the english writing, and the "drabble", for non-initiated, a fic in about 100 words. And it's all but easy, plus, you know, I'm not a regular of short wrotes, but that's precisely why I wanna try it. I ended a "ficlet" (about one page) about Kill Bill but I prefer to wait it be beta-read before to put it here.
But let's go for a drabble without beta... I guess it contains some mistakes, I just hope they aren't too awful... Critical and especially corrections are welcomed ^^"
So, hundred words on my last tv-crush : HBO's Deadwood. A really amazing show -with a f*cking awful french dubbing, as usual- but it worth the nuisance, I sware.
Title : Clean hands
Fandom : Deadwood
Character : Seth Bullock
Spoilers : 1x03
Rating : K
Summary : takes place in "Reconnoitering the rim" - thoughts of Seth as he gets a deal with Al Swearegen...
Clean hands
- Agreed !
Sol puts his hand out. Seth bites his lips, but Al doesn't notice. He doesn't move either. Just says :
- I spit in my hand.
He does so.
- Will that drive you screaming into the hills ?
Bloody bastard.
Sol spits in his hand too, like it isn't a significant gesture. Like they aren't making a pact with the devil.
Hand-shacking.
Seth remembers the words of the reverend, few hours ago, at Tom Mason's funerals.
"Who shall ascend into the hill of the Lord ? Or who shall stand in his holy place? He that, that hath a clean hands and a pure heart"
Al's waiting for him. Seth shakes his hand, but without split.
His hand is dirty enough. And never will be back clean.
This Swearegen guy soils all he touches.
It's probably his imagination, but...
there's now like a little smell of blood in his palm...