So, obviously I know what will become of the alt-Richmond in the future, but this is the first book, wherein he needs to be quiet and sulky and a little bit creepy.  Unfortunately, my love for his future is impairing my ability to write him as such and he's becoming a lot pushier than I want him to be.

SO. I was thinking about this story where I  ( Read more... )

I'm at work and I'm SO bored.  This has been trying to play out in my head for two days, resulting in a lot of staring blankly into space when I should be paying attention to customers.  I'm going to basically type this story out the way it keeps coming to me with almost no editing, so don't hate on it if it's terrible, please.

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When I say "Richmond" here I'm referring to alt!Richmond.  It's about a year since the end of the sequel, meaning Joséphine-Marie, Adélaïde, and the alt-Richmond have decided to just live normally (in 1830's Paris, of course) and see what comes of it.  Well, as normally as they can considering two of them are time travellers, two are living more ( Read more... )

I'm just trying to understand how this scene went down.  It happens off-screen and is a huge catalyst for, well, both stories.  But the more I change alt!Richmond the less I understand how this happened...

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Original Sophie's reflections on her entire dang life and her brother.

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This was meant to be a Christmas story I would have put online last December, but I never finished it and I just rediscovered it a few moments ago.  The initial idea was that this is how they spent their childhood: hopping through time and making friends in different eras.  They already knew the de Blomet family here, which becomes important later ( Read more... )

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Sophie shifted in her seat. She knew that if she moved too often rumours that la Baronne de Blomet couldn’t sit through a simple Mozart vaudeville would spread through certain drawing rooms before next week’s masquerade. Gossip like that would easily dissuade the count from asking her for a dance. She aligned her panniers so that they drooped ( Read more... )