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So the plan, my plan, was for me to go to bed early enough tonight, so that I might not be exhausted tomorrow. Tomorrow is the family lunch where I will have to 1) eat endives, which I hate, but this is really rather anecdotic, 2) and this is the important part, steel myself in case the conversation turns to politics. My mother's family, mum excepted, is quite homophobic, and for you French peeps to whom it means something, they all support Sarko, oh yay - for you non French peeps, it's as bad, in a completely different way, as if we were American and they supported Bush. The point is, I need to steel myself and not start snapping at people angrily seeing as that wouldn't exactly lead to a happy jolly (and other things in -oly) Christmas place.
But the problem is, well, this 'verse, and how for some reason I needed to finish the fic I'd started in translation class on Wednesday tonight.
Mind you, I call it a problem, but it was really a pleasure. My pleasure. Despite the early hour.
I posted it at the
fic_orphanage, since anything from that 'verse truly belongs there more than anywhere else (seeing as it doesn't actually belong anywhere else), but just in case anybody else among you has read these books (or just the one, as have I), and also very selfishly so I can archive it under a fanfiction tag, here is a link to it.
I do not deem myself perfect, as perfect happens to be really quite boring, but I have spent most of my life making sure to only cultivate the most endearing of flaws.
Yes, it's had me reacquaint myself with a first person narrator, which I hadn't done in forever, but Lucifer truly wouldn't have it any other way, stubborn, self-centered bugger that he is. And oh how I love him. (He reminds me of the days when I enjoyed Lestat.)
But the problem is, well, this 'verse, and how for some reason I needed to finish the fic I'd started in translation class on Wednesday tonight.
Mind you, I call it a problem, but it was really a pleasure. My pleasure. Despite the early hour.
I posted it at the
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I do not deem myself perfect, as perfect happens to be really quite boring, but I have spent most of my life making sure to only cultivate the most endearing of flaws.
Yes, it's had me reacquaint myself with a first person narrator, which I hadn't done in forever, but Lucifer truly wouldn't have it any other way, stubborn, self-centered bugger that he is. And oh how I love him. (He reminds me of the days when I enjoyed Lestat.)
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Date: 2006-12-25 05:14 pm (UTC)LOVE YOU TOO!
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Date: 2006-12-25 09:41 pm (UTC)I have no Sean Bean or Midnighter icon. That is just wrong. Daniel will have to do, instead.