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TITLE: Some Sort of Poetry
RATING: R-ish.
FANDOMS: Tanz der Vampire (Polish version)
SUMMARY: Once, Johannes von Krolock was a young man. And a student. And had some very incorrigible friends. And a lot of alcohol

Comments

[arabwel]

*diies** this is lovely, absolutely lovely! Both hot and funny and wsomely grin-inducing :D

[fyrie]

What's worrying is that I do believe that the Polish VK saw me do an impression of Drunken VK babbling about poetry during "unstillbare gier", when he was singing about writing a poem of love with silk and blood on his girlfriend's skin. Um. I wonder why he kept snickering.

[arabwel]

Cause they were both drunk and she was not objecting? :P

[fyrie]

*snickers* Beth and I were in the front row. He was watching us with great amusement as we a) melted on his voice and b) did random impressions of his hand gestures, me in a drunken fashion :D I think he found us hugely amusing :)

[lamath]

Lovely! Naughty poetry-writing Krolock cracks me up. And now I'm curious about how good/bad the poem will be. XD

[fyrie]

Oh, it's bad. So, so, so bad. No one writes bad poetry like the pre-Graf Johannes von Krolock :D His poetry when he's 4 centuries old is even worse, but, oh thi stuff sucks. It's like Mercutio's descriptions of love and sex in Romeo and Juliet. But worse :D

[fyrie]

Poor Beth had to deal with my impressions of a very drunk von Krolock. Not helped by the fact we saw the show the night after, and I leaned over to whisper "an' the snow an' the blood" to her during Unstillbare ;) We made VK giggle, as well ;D