Er, I think I'll just hand these over without further commentary. *flees*
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5. In which we mangle a spot of Byron and have an ouchy sort of misunderstanding (sort of):
~1000 words, rated PG with apologies to Lord B.
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Brilliantly written, though..
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And ooh, ooh, which one? *bounces on sofa*
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2. Ouch! Nice and classic, indeed. Although now, I think, I'll be trifle weary for a while of what do my own articles of clothing feel or hear - a disquieting prospect.
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Oh, lor, I'd hate to think of the inner monologue of my boots or something. I had no idea people would feel so bad for Paisley!
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No, you haven't hurt my feeling the lightest. ^^
But I can pretend, if you wish, because the poor Paisly fic? Well, my grin does not fit my face. ^^
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Glad you liked! And that you were amused by poor old Paisley. :D
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But the first piece was distinctly moving. There were points where, had I been writing it, things might have gone a bit differently - a bit more reluctance from Bertie creating more angst, for example, but that would have created a much longer tale, and in the end all I wanted was more.
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