Achilles’s face was lost for the briefest of moments, absent, as it were, from this reality and borne far away to a place where no dead awaited him and where destiny was irrelevant
You don't need to slave away over your art journals, not just because you are a fabulous artist, but because with 33 exquisitely placed words you have summed up a picture with more emotion and depth than Turner's Deluge.
I loved that it wasn't fluffy and there was so much doubt in Paris' mind. And his triumph at his small, separate victory had my heart swelling.
'Twas brillig my dear!
Figuring it out
I LOVED IT! My goodness you must have been paying SO much attention while I rambled on about differentiation, those questions are exactly as I had them. I would say I was sorry for making you listen to that... but I wont, as if I hadn't then this superb fic would never have been written.
Everything became about Harry, every moment seeming to break upon him until he filled Draco’s mind with his undeniable presence
Ooooh so beautiful, and also so pun-filled *giggles uncontrollably*
Thank you sweetie, you made my day. Now I feel bad that I made you cry *eyes widen apologetically* I didn't mean it to be sad!
Enjoy London, if you see a butler wandering around looking lost please send him back to me, I believe I left him in De Beers last week. He answers to 'Radley', or will come running at the first utterance of 'bloody hell where did my quill disappear off to?'...
Talking of quills; I found the most delectable little stationers in Oxford. It is simply gorgeous, complete with old pens, little bottles of ink, parchment, leather bound books and all sorts of writing fol-de-lols. I think I fell in love when I walked in, I think I have a problem, one shouldn't be so attached to writing equipment. My case wasn't much helped by the dishy man/boy working there...
Sitting nonchalantly in the corner in a black cashmere sweater complete with pink polo shirt beneath (collar way, way up) this olive skinned, light consuming black haired, blue eyed beauty welcomed me into the shop. We proceeded to have a conversation about the wondrousness of all things royal and writing (the paper I wanted is used by the queen). His voice was like expensive truffles; smooth and rich and deep.
Ack! I'm rambling again. I miss you, hurry back from London.
Re: For me?stylophileFebruary 24 2005, 22:36:17 UTC
Princess!
I haven't had a review like that since the golden days of slash when slash was revered by all and celebrated openly with frolicking in the streets and half naked boys prancing about the valleys.
Gah, why isn't the world more slashy?!?!
HEY! Have just this minute got an email from you and have sent you one back with a picture of my background which is just breathtaking and jealous-making and all round diet-inspiring and Jolie-worshipping. I could go on but I have filled my conjoined noun (yes they exist, don't give me that look) quota and might explode if I go on spouting them.
Aw, that was such a luverly review!!! Thank you my darling! You're such a good friend and I don't know what I would do without you. Doubtless I would be incredibly confused and would probably make enemy after enemy because I am compeltely incapable of shutting up when shutting up is required and you always somehow make me more likable. I mean it. I'm getting slushy now, forgive me.
Of course I was paying attention to you! As you were talking I was copying down the question you were having angst with so that I could put it into a fic at a later date. But you had NO IDEA! Muwahahaha!
Sitting nonchalantly in the corner in a black cashmere sweater complete with pink polo shirt beneath (collar way, way up) this olive skinned, light consuming black haired, blue eyed beauty welcomed me into the shop. We proceeded to have a conversation about the wondrousness of all things royal and writing (the paper I wanted is used by the queen). His voice was like expensive truffles; smooth and rich and deep.
That is quite a description! I am astounded and continue to be astounded by your wordsmithiness. Tis fab tis.
I hope that tournament bitch was alright and that you managed to trip up at least three people.
Let's begin with a Paris/Achilles fic:
Achilles’s face was lost for the briefest of moments, absent, as it were, from this reality and borne far away to a place where no dead awaited him and where destiny was irrelevant
You don't need to slave away over your art journals, not just because you are a fabulous artist, but because with 33 exquisitely placed words you have summed up a picture with more emotion and depth than Turner's Deluge.
I loved that it wasn't fluffy and there was so much doubt in Paris' mind. And his triumph at his small, separate victory had my heart swelling.
'Twas brillig my dear!
Figuring it out
I LOVED IT! My goodness you must have been paying SO much attention while I rambled on about differentiation, those questions are exactly as I had them. I would say I was sorry for making you listen to that... but I wont, as if I hadn't then this superb fic would never have been written.
Everything became about Harry, every moment seeming to break upon him until he filled Draco’s mind with his undeniable presence
Ooooh so beautiful, and also so pun-filled *giggles uncontrollably*
Thank you sweetie, you made my day. Now I feel bad that I made you cry *eyes widen apologetically* I didn't mean it to be sad!
Enjoy London, if you see a butler wandering around looking lost please send him back to me, I believe I left him in De Beers last week. He answers to 'Radley', or will come running at the first utterance of 'bloody hell where did my quill disappear off to?'...
Talking of quills; I found the most delectable little stationers in Oxford. It is simply gorgeous, complete with old pens, little bottles of ink, parchment, leather bound books and all sorts of writing fol-de-lols. I think I fell in love when I walked in, I think I have a problem, one shouldn't be so attached to writing equipment. My case wasn't much helped by the dishy man/boy working there...
Sitting nonchalantly in the corner in a black cashmere sweater complete with pink polo shirt beneath (collar way, way up) this olive skinned, light consuming black haired, blue eyed beauty welcomed me into the shop. We proceeded to have a conversation about the wondrousness of all things royal and writing (the paper I wanted is used by the queen). His voice was like expensive truffles; smooth and rich and deep.
Ack! I'm rambling again. I miss you, hurry back from London.
Fin
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I haven't had a review like that since the golden days of slash when slash was revered by all and celebrated openly with frolicking in the streets and half naked boys prancing about the valleys.
Gah, why isn't the world more slashy?!?!
HEY! Have just this minute got an email from you and have sent you one back with a picture of my background which is just breathtaking and jealous-making and all round diet-inspiring and Jolie-worshipping. I could go on but I have filled my conjoined noun (yes they exist, don't give me that look) quota and might explode if I go on spouting them.
Aw, that was such a luverly review!!! Thank you my darling! You're such a good friend and I don't know what I would do without you. Doubtless I would be incredibly confused and would probably make enemy after enemy because I am compeltely incapable of shutting up when shutting up is required and you always somehow make me more likable. I mean it. I'm getting slushy now, forgive me.
Of course I was paying attention to you! As you were talking I was copying down the question you were having angst with so that I could put it into a fic at a later date. But you had NO IDEA! Muwahahaha!
Sitting nonchalantly in the corner in a black cashmere sweater complete with pink polo shirt beneath (collar way, way up) this olive skinned, light consuming black haired, blue eyed beauty welcomed me into the shop. We proceeded to have a conversation about the wondrousness of all things royal and writing (the paper I wanted is used by the queen). His voice was like expensive truffles; smooth and rich and deep.
That is quite a description! I am astounded and continue to be astounded by your wordsmithiness. Tis fab tis.
I hope that tournament bitch was alright and that you managed to trip up at least three people.
vade in pace, love.
x x x x x x
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