H/R drabble for Fellanuwua
Per commentary from a week or so ago:
Dear Mr. Martin Fawlkes,
Sorry this reply is late, but I have been extremely busy in preparation for a memorial service in memory of Fellanuwua, seeing as how there was much to plan. And as for the drabble, Fellanuwua was fond of Draco/Ron and Harry/Ron. I will understand if this request has come too late, but as I said before, I have been very busy with the organizations and planning. In my heart of hearts I especially think she would appreciate such, if your client Thevina, was to right a small drabble. Perhaps she can come to the funeral and read said drabble. Take your time with it there is no rush.
In all honest compassion and consideration,
Lady Ladyington
P.S.
The police have informed me that since you were no where near the scene of Fellanuwua's death you can not be tried. But as for the suing, a court date is yet to be decided, probably in mid April. As for the amount, we're looking at maybe, forty-five to sixty-five thousand dollars. Have a nice day!
Dear Ms. Ladyington:
Title: Dancing Kings
Rating: PG for m/m relations
A/N: A Trail of Persimmon universe. Link is to an adult fic.
"Stop yanking my chain! This is the green shirt, isn't it?"
A sheepish grin settled on Ron's lips. "Yeah. Sorry to be a git. C'mon, let's go."
Harry swatted Ron's arse before Apparating to the club where, four months prior, Ron had shocked Harry to his core by revealing his affections for him. He'd dropped hints everywhere, but Harry'd been incredibly thick and oblivious.
They danced in the sweaty crowd, gyrating to the throbbing music, never leaving each other's orbits of bumping hips and clutching hands.
"You're brilliant!" Ron yelled ebulliently.
"Happy Anniversary!" Harry shouted back before stealing a kiss.
Dear Mr. Martin Fawlkes,
Sorry this reply is late, but I have been extremely busy in preparation for a memorial service in memory of Fellanuwua, seeing as how there was much to plan. And as for the drabble, Fellanuwua was fond of Draco/Ron and Harry/Ron. I will understand if this request has come too late, but as I said before, I have been very busy with the organizations and planning. In my heart of hearts I especially think she would appreciate such, if your client Thevina, was to right a small drabble. Perhaps she can come to the funeral and read said drabble. Take your time with it there is no rush.
In all honest compassion and consideration,
Lady Ladyington
P.S.
The police have informed me that since you were no where near the scene of Fellanuwua's death you can not be tried. But as for the suing, a court date is yet to be decided, probably in mid April. As for the amount, we're looking at maybe, forty-five to sixty-five thousand dollars. Have a nice day!
Dear Ms. Ladyington:
- My client has written a drabble in the memory of Ms. Fellanuwua, and apologises for her tardiness in getting it written. She continues to hope that the estate of the aforementioned fan of Thevina will cease and desist in trying to sue the writer as she does not possess those kinds of funds. In addition, I am personally involved in her case, and while not intending to sound at all threatening, I am immortal and am willing to protect my client at absolutely any cost.
My very kind regards,
Martin Fawlkes, Esq.
Title: Dancing Kings
Rating: PG for m/m relations
A/N: A Trail of Persimmon universe. Link is to an adult fic.
"Stop yanking my chain! This is the green shirt, isn't it?"
A sheepish grin settled on Ron's lips. "Yeah. Sorry to be a git. C'mon, let's go."
Harry swatted Ron's arse before Apparating to the club where, four months prior, Ron had shocked Harry to his core by revealing his affections for him. He'd dropped hints everywhere, but Harry'd been incredibly thick and oblivious.
They danced in the sweaty crowd, gyrating to the throbbing music, never leaving each other's orbits of bumping hips and clutching hands.
"You're brilliant!" Ron yelled ebulliently.
"Happy Anniversary!" Harry shouted back before stealing a kiss.