Rosa Bud/Edwin Drood (a collection)

[velvetlolita]

(psst. this is sekritly kaliscoo. She's tricksy that way.)

Marry:
A flower stem, twirled teasingly round one plump finger, feels like the ghost of a wedding band; suddenly, Eddy's face seems too close, his hand too near, and she pulls away with a hasty "But we won't be married for years yet, of course!" and doesn't bother to explain her sudden mood.

Comments

[snowyofthenight]

...I already saw all of these, but... :D!

(..want more words? XD)

[velvetlolita]

(...let me do "glimpse" first-- XD)

[snowyofthenight]

(oh, right. XD It's fun, I just pick up my book of Anouilh plays and point--! Be glad I decided to do 'glimpse' instead of 'Eurydice.' XD)

[velvetlolita]

(XD I AM grateful. I don't think - well, I could try, but--

--

While walking through the garden, a bee stung her delicate little hand; Edwin's silly, chattering tales of Eurydice's sting distracts her from her tears (it was a snake, you silly thing, she laughs at him) long enough for him to extract the sting.

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[eremon_lass]

Again, I express incoherently my love of Drood fics, and note that you write them very well.

[velvetlolita]

...thank you! ^^