Downtime...
Usual drill. Updated. List. Letters. Here.
My sincerest apologies to anyone who's been following this little saga. savageseraph and I stayed up WAY too late this evening, plotting future smut, so my offering is woefully small today. But things are moving forward, even if this entry doesn't seem to be, so I promise more plot soon. And smut. Yep.
woke up, actually felt refreshed. pleasant surprise, especially since i did not wake up to yelling, screaming, things breaking, fists flying, or even cold, quiet anger. this is good. Miranda was just waking up herself. did that little thing with her tongue again as she yawned. smiled at me, stretched. brushed some wisps of hair out of her eyes, leaned over and kissed her fully awake. very nice.
except for the morning breath, of course. can you get morning breath in the afternoon?
she padded off to brush her teeth, comb her hair. shrugged on my shirt before she left the room again. didn't button it up. am going to lose all my clothes to that woman, am sure of it. oddly enough, i'm not too concerned.
now that Sean's returned, hope things will begin to start straightening themselves out. much as i adore an overly-hard mattress and pillows that feel like soup, i'd like to be able to sleep in my own bed sometime before the end of shooting. would like to sleep in my own bed with Mir beside me even better.
Sean's outburst in the wee small hours of this morning was nothing short of spectacular, but i have faith in the both of them. especially since i have heard no yelling coming from their direction. haven't heard much of anything, actually. must still be abed.
might be good to dredge up something for late lunch before we all starve to de
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evil, evil woman. sneaking up behind me, grabbing my pen. would you stop reading over my shoulder? it's called a private journal for a reason, Mir. and did you know you snore? great, growling noises, fit for a bear. you do so. how would you know if you aren't awake to hear it? no, i couldn't get a wink of sleep. lay awake trying to think of the most efficient way to throttle you and stop that infernal racket. push off, Mir. can't write down my lesbian threesome foursome fantasies about you with you standing right behind me, can i? no. i said no. fuck off. well, if you'd stop reading it, i'd stop writing replies in it, wouldn't i? that's not going to help your case. no. it's not. get your hands off
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have retrieved my wayward pen for the second time today. have made perpetrator of pen heist pay dearly. am sure the giggling was merely a stoic front.
am starting to hear some movement in the other room. sheesh. there are so many, many things wrong with this house. paper thin walls now too. ok, maybe not paper thin, but still...
heard a door open and close a couple minutes ago. is it unreasonable to fret over that? damn. raised voices. something about Miranda??? that won't do.
oh shit. that last bit sounded like Sean. guess it's not going to be as quiet a day as i would have liked.
~D
My sincerest apologies to anyone who's been following this little saga. savageseraph and I stayed up WAY too late this evening, plotting future smut, so my offering is woefully small today. But things are moving forward, even if this entry doesn't seem to be, so I promise more plot soon. And smut. Yep.
woke up, actually felt refreshed. pleasant surprise, especially since i did not wake up to yelling, screaming, things breaking, fists flying, or even cold, quiet anger. this is good. Miranda was just waking up herself. did that little thing with her tongue again as she yawned. smiled at me, stretched. brushed some wisps of hair out of her eyes, leaned over and kissed her fully awake. very nice.
except for the morning breath, of course. can you get morning breath in the afternoon?
she padded off to brush her teeth, comb her hair. shrugged on my shirt before she left the room again. didn't button it up. am going to lose all my clothes to that woman, am sure of it. oddly enough, i'm not too concerned.
now that Sean's returned, hope things will begin to start straightening themselves out. much as i adore an overly-hard mattress and pillows that feel like soup, i'd like to be able to sleep in my own bed sometime before the end of shooting. would like to sleep in my own bed with Mir beside me even better.
Sean's outburst in the wee small hours of this morning was nothing short of spectacular, but i have faith in the both of them. especially since i have heard no yelling coming from their direction. haven't heard much of anything, actually. must still be abed.
might be good to dredge up something for late lunch before we all starve to de
[...]
evil, evil woman. sneaking up behind me, grabbing my pen. would you stop reading over my shoulder? it's called a private journal for a reason, Mir. and did you know you snore? great, growling noises, fit for a bear. you do so. how would you know if you aren't awake to hear it? no, i couldn't get a wink of sleep. lay awake trying to think of the most efficient way to throttle you and stop that infernal racket. push off, Mir. can't write down my lesbian threesome foursome fantasies about you with you standing right behind me, can i? no. i said no. fuck off. well, if you'd stop reading it, i'd stop writing replies in it, wouldn't i? that's not going to help your case. no. it's not. get your hands off
[...]
have retrieved my wayward pen for the second time today. have made perpetrator of pen heist pay dearly. am sure the giggling was merely a stoic front.
am starting to hear some movement in the other room. sheesh. there are so many, many things wrong with this house. paper thin walls now too. ok, maybe not paper thin, but still...
heard a door open and close a couple minutes ago. is it unreasonable to fret over that? damn. raised voices. something about Miranda??? that won't do.
oh shit. that last bit sounded like Sean. guess it's not going to be as quiet a day as i would have liked.
~D