writing without a notebook

[jimandblair]

so I’m on the bus going to work. So on the bus, you can go away with the fairies and imagine a story. Not a currently-being-written story, because it's awfully frustrating when you go down an idea you really want to record but you don't have a notebook. So I make up stories on the spot, indulgent, fun, fluffy, fics, an’ watch

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[jimandblair]

Steve had been in the Monarch's Chambers before -- as a gauche thirteen year old with his new best friend, Danny. He hadn't realised that Danny was the Heir Presumptive as the first of Queen Astrid's children and grandchildren to be Chosen by a Companion. In retrospect, he figured Danny hadn't given it much thought. He had an older brother, two sisters and a passel of cousins. There was always a chance that another member of the family was Chosen

[saphirablue]

“You were the only person to offer me condolences for my Grandmother's passing.”

Oh, Danny. *hugs him*

Love Danny involving Steve in redecorating the room. :) And, I think I now know how I want to do my bedroom if I ever get to remodling it... :)

*is very curious who wants to get to Danny*

[jimandblair]

Steve set himself between Danny and the voice, even though he knew that the guards were preventing the unseen man entering

[jimandblair]

Danny and Matty caught up. The Lord Matthew appeared to dabble in trading relating to the livestock on several of the House of Williams farmsteads. Steve’s own family was considered respectable, and they had bred destriers and coursers for generations, but Matthew spoke of numerous tenant farmers. Diversification was, apparently, the name of the game

[saphirablue]

Steve comes of a family of horse breeders? *squeeee* *__* *bounces*

“He’s such a--” words failed Danny.

“Ass,” Steve said innocently.

“Steven.” Danny rolled his eyes.

“I’m just repeating what you said, Your Majesty.”

Danny threw a grape at his head. Steve caught it and popped it in his mouth.

XD XD XD XD

[saphirablue]

Matty! I don't know if I should be happy or scared that he showed up. *bites nails*

Oh, I love Steve in "guard mode" and changing the glass? Wow. Awesome.

“Really, you’re going there, Your Majesty.”
Sorry, I don't get the pun/hint? *scratches head*

[jimandblair]

All shall be revealed. But think about the topic.

not a pun but a hint.

[saphirablue]

*is clueless* :) I'm looking forward to discover it. *rubs hands*

[jimandblair]

Steve stared up at the ceiling of the richly appointed room that he was supposed to be sleeping in. Who had come up with the idea of plaster patterns and figures embedded in ceilings, Steve boggled. Despite the wealth of furnishings, in all senses of the word, he felt a hollow feeling of abandonment. Queen Astrid's consort had passed when Danny had been a baby; the rooms had been not been occupied for over two decades

[jimandblair]

Danny had a four poster bed. Red velvet was draped above their head. Why

[saphirablue]

Oh, Steve. *hugs him*

Hey, cool! Mention of Danny's companion! *__*

[saphirablue]

Danny slept, curled up in a tight ball, winding up for the next day, in the centre of the four-poster bed.

Holy. This image! Holy! *__*

Oh, Steve.

[jimandblair]

i think the next time I post, the comments might collapse which might make it difficult to read the multiple posted comment/fic. I'll probably start a new post.

[saphirablue]

:) Just let me know when you do, please. :)