And I’m not sure where it’s going, exactly, but I’ve got ideas, oh I’ve got ideas. I’m not sure it makes all that much sense either (as it starts sort of in the middle of the story, but I meant it like that, honest). Also, it doesn’t have a name yet, so I’m calling it Prague for now, since that’s where they are. Unbeta’d so con-crit is most
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The red is a real red, a red that means it, deep and rich; blood that’s just met air still heavy with oxygen, thick and sweet and copper.
And Blaise, though he was never exactly cooperative, is even less so now. All purring seductive whispers and sharp claws. A contradiction of even himself.
Just two of my favorite parts. And Blaise is just as I imagine him to be.
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This warms my little Slytherin heart, it does. *g*
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It has been like this the entire time they’ve been in Prague, as if the city somehow effects them, him, on a deeper level. And Blaise, though he was never exactly cooperative, is even less so now. All purring seductive whispers and sharp claws.
my god. you are amazing. i can be patient for you, for this, yes i can. *loves*
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Man, so do I. *pokes own brain*
The gloves. heh. I'm so ridiculously pleased that you picked that bit. It's a sign you know, the gloves.
*squeakflail* Hopefully you won't have to be too patient. Thanks sosomuch, love.
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I very much hope you write more. 'cause, eep. So good.
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*grins like an idiot*
I very much hope you write more.
I plan to. I do. And, thanks so much for commenting. :)
(& your LJ name wouldn't be an Igby reference by any chance would it?)
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Thank you thankyou so much. :D
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