desfeuilles
Feb 12, 2006 03:36
The sun is setting on a quiet wood, a still, icy lake, and a small frowny Frenchman out for a walk in sweater and fuzzy hat.
aotp
desfeuilles
Feb 11, 2006 00:10
[because hey, they might even not fight! what a concept!]
Feuilly is slouched in one of the oversized armchairs that abound in this place, his elbow propped on one arm of the chair and his head on his hand. The cuffs of his shabby shirt are rolled up, and his free hand is balancing a dry-looking tome. He scowls a little in concentration.
aotp
desfeuilles
Jul 30, 2005 14:50
I'm beginning to think this whole business was a mistake.
desfeuilles
Jun 05, 2005 13:35
There's something -- in the angle of the sun, maybe. This time of year. In winter it's hard enough, you have to be desperate. In May, June, you start to feel stronger, like you have something besides hope.
The flowers bloom all at once and the flies breed and begin to die, and we think we're wiser than they are.
I can never decide how I feel
desfeuilles
May 06, 2005 13:11
Well. That was-- a good way to spend an evening.
they really like me!
*hugs friendslist*
