The Mummy, Evie/RickEvie used to dream of lovestories where men brought their lady flowers, chocolates and poetry, because no romance ever started with a hero that bestowed guns and dusty books, recited ancient hieroglyphs and fought off come-to-life mummies to rescue the heroine ... but maybe she had to experience her very own kind of courtship to
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And I think it fits Rick & Evie perfectly (if I remember the very small things I can recall, correctly.)
Anyways, I like it & I'm happy that I've finally read something from you again. :)
(Well, sorry, my grammar is a bit ... meeeh at the moment.)
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I never would've expected a comment here, this is merely for me to keep track of 1- sentence-fics I'll have to track down one of these days xD
Anyway, thank you :) I've been writing again (like a maniac in fact) the last two weeks or so, but don't upload here anymore ... merely on comment-fic as comments and on ao3 :) so if you want, check out my profile there! Sorry for shameless self-promotion xD
So yeah, I was really happy when I saw this comment from you <3 just like the old lj days xD urgh I'm getting melancholic ...
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I think I can't really get used to something else, haha.
So, I subscribed on your ao3 page, so maybe I'll get to read more from you there :)
Hope you have a good time :) <3
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