times a-wasting
With the help of stele3 I've gotten Semagic up and running so I can post simultaneously here and at IJ, however I've realized that lots of times I post from work, where I won't have this magical thingamajig, but whatever! Maybe I'll just use it for important stuff instead of all this other crap.
Received some bad news yesterday. I'm still processing it, so let's talk about better things! Let's talk about William's House of Orphans!
Greta ambles in with Gabriel, lips pulled into a frown even though her eyes are smiling. “Well, I don’t know what you think I can do about this,” Greta says to William.
“You can take them away,” William says. He hugs his snifter to his chest.
Behind Gabriel, Jon sees, are two little boys pushing each other. Scuffling, really, and then behind those two little boys are three more, and Jon’s mouth twitches.
“Oh,” Ryan says, “do we have company?”
“They’re all named Alex,” William says, both his face and voice pained. “Or nearly.”
“Not really,” Gabriel says. He grabs one of the scuffling boys by his collar just when fists start getting involved, and flicks at his ear when the boy turns on him instead, using tiny feet on Gabriel’s shin. “This one’s Horatio or Sanchez or something. I remember the hair.”
“No.” William pinches the bridge of his nose. He always gets like that when he takes on another orphan. “No, I think that one’s just Ian.”
Received some bad news yesterday. I'm still processing it, so let's talk about better things! Let's talk about William's House of Orphans!
Greta ambles in with Gabriel, lips pulled into a frown even though her eyes are smiling. “Well, I don’t know what you think I can do about this,” Greta says to William.
“You can take them away,” William says. He hugs his snifter to his chest.
Behind Gabriel, Jon sees, are two little boys pushing each other. Scuffling, really, and then behind those two little boys are three more, and Jon’s mouth twitches.
“Oh,” Ryan says, “do we have company?”
“They’re all named Alex,” William says, both his face and voice pained. “Or nearly.”
“Not really,” Gabriel says. He grabs one of the scuffling boys by his collar just when fists start getting involved, and flicks at his ear when the boy turns on him instead, using tiny feet on Gabriel’s shin. “This one’s Horatio or Sanchez or something. I remember the hair.”
“No.” William pinches the bridge of his nose. He always gets like that when he takes on another orphan. “No, I think that one’s just Ian.”