I feel somehow...selfish...if I don't offer...

[amanuensis1]

Am curious to see who will bite. Anyone who wants to ask my characters questions, a la the meme that's going around, is invited to do so. I remain healthily skeptical just because I think my characters say too much sometimes, and you have likely had quite enough of them, for any given story. Or, alternatively, I have set them up to make all of you have a "Shut up and just SHAG!" response, given that you guys come here for the smut. ^_^

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[salazaar.livejournal.com]

You know, I really haven't had much interest in this meme, but I am so wrapped up in your stories that I have *tons* of questions!

Although I guess they are all what-happened-next questions.

So maybe I should ask if that counts before actually posing any.

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Go right ahead! If the characters know... or if I allow the characters to know that, hee... I'll have them answer!

[rane-ab.livejournal.com]

Hm. I'm not sure if I get this meme-thing right, but what I'd like to know is what went through Snape's head when he was being "attacked" by all those (invisible) Gryffindors in Ten Zillion Points From Gryffindor. He seemed pretty calm afterwards, but on the moment itself... :)

Snape replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was quite obvious from the first that I was in no real danger. To be honest, I exaggerated to Potter just a bit; I'm not sure that it was "Wollstonecraft" that I heard said, just before the door banged open. But the noises were obviously those of schoolboys, and not Death Eaters. And of Gryffindors, oh yes. You see, Slytherins would have been sniggering through the whole thing.

Weasley and his cronies giggled.

I'm sure that those young men have no idea how intensely girly they sound when they laugh.

Oh, believe me, I've already put that sound in a pensieve. And at some point, perhaps when they're standing at the altar with their foolishly deluded brides-to-be, yes, that might be nice, I'll enter like the Wicked Fairy at Briar Rose's christening, and replay that sound for all to hear. Ah, revenge.

In the meantime, Potter can serve as the vessel for my hurt pride. Not that he minds, the little strumpet. The sheer skill of that tongue after a good whipping is not to be-- er, I mean, he's getting what he deserves! Of course. Yes. What are you doing out of class, in any case, young lady, grilling me like you've got nowhere to be? Five points from your house! Be off with you! *stalks off with a great deal of color in his cheeks*

[laurelwood.livejournal.com]

I'm dying to know how far Snape got with his romance story in "Love's Appalling Adverbs".

Severus Snape reads the conclusion of his novel, "The Heart of the Matter"

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

"No, really, it feels much better, Dorian. I can wait to see the healer."

"I shall have one here shortly. I promise, Sarah."

"Dearest..." Sarah had reached out with her good arm and touched his shoulder. "Will you only remember to call me by my name when I'm injured?" She tried to laugh, but he could tell from the pinched lines of pain on her face that the analgia potion had not yet taken full effect. "I should have my arm broken more often. It's worth it."

"Don't talk bloody nonsense." Dorian was angry. But not at her, no, and this wasn't right, wasn't fair of him to do this to her.

To hell with fair. He wanted to shake her, shake her until she wept and promised never to pull anything like that again. What had she been thinking? How could she have thrown herself in harm's way like that?

For him?

She was looking down at her lap. "I'm sorry."

"You damn well should be." Stop this.

"I was only--"

"I know what you were trying to do."

She looked up at him now.

Say it, man. It is here, waiting for you, if you will only take it.

"You were doing what I would have done for you." Say it all. She must hear it. "For...the same reason."

Sarah inhaled.

"My dear, I am not likely to change. I am too set in my ways and too old for that. You will be getting a curmudgeon of a man, a man who is chary with his words of affection, and who would be old and infirm long before you except that he does not expect to live even that long, given the number of enemies of his that still exist-- as evidenced by all this," he said with a sweeping motion of his hand, as if to take in the events of the past forty-eight hours: the amulet, the late Valentinus Kepler, Sarah's broken arm...

There was a wetness in Sarah's eyes that she was not trying to conceal, and, Dorian was sure, had nothing to do with pain. "We may yet be surprised."

Dorian bent and, mindful of Sarah's injury, gently kissed her on the lips. "I cannot abide ceremony, either, as I know you know perfectly well."

"Dearest Dorian, I do not need any of those things. Not if I have you."

It was a feeling that had been almost unknown to him since his childhood.

So this is what it feels like to be happy, he thought. Completely, thoroughly happy.

"I have two summonses to make, then: one for a healer, and one for a clergyman."

Sarah gave a little gasp. "Oh, but if you do that, they'll think the injury is worse than it is!"

Dorian found himself smiling. "And they'll come all the faster, then, yes? Good! Let them!"

END.

[isiscolo.livejournal.com]

I would like to ask Harry what his animagus form turned out to be, but if he'd rather not answer, I'll think of something else.

Harry nudges Amanuensis...

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Harry: Show her!

Amanuensis: No! It's too hokey!

Harry: Not as hokey as a swan would have been.

Amy: Pffft! Of course you weren't going to be a swan. The transformation wasn't for Sirius so much as it was for Moony because of Sirius.

Harry: (singsongs) Swans mate for li-ife...

Amy: Yes, well, that's the POINT, isn't it? Sirius would have been pissed for that; would have said you were too young to think that you couldn't have loved again. And that happens to be a MYTH; swans will even "divorce" if it suits them.

Harry: So, go ahead and show her.

Amy: Harry, I don't DO songfic.

Harry: It isn't songfic. It's just the song that you think of when you try to imagine what my animagus form would have been in that story. Something that could have kept up with Moony, yet isn't so rare I'd have ended up in the damn zoo every time, and isn't tethered to earth, which you think would have been important for me, healing.

Amy: I'm sooo embarassed. Isis, it's him, not me, making me do this. I was going to link the lyrics somewhere but can't find them anywhere on the web, so, here it is, the best reconstruction I can make of these song lyrics (really lovely piece, recorded by a group called Technical Difficulties)

"Wolf and Hawk" by Sheila Willis

I saw a hawk today
Tethered close, tethered fast
His eyes did glitter rage
Orbs of green molten glass
How he shrieked, how he tore at me
How he tried to fly
I knew the ties of rope would never hold
No bond would keep him down
Tell me why you throw your life into the sky
Yet alone, you're always alone

I saw a wolf today /I saw a hawk today
With golden braid upon his sleeve /Tethered close, tethered fast
His eyes did glitter rage /His eyes did glitter rage
The color of a stormy sea /Orbs of green molten glass
He lives behind a wall of stone /How he shrieked, how he tore at me
Each one carefully placed /How he tried to fly
I know no matter how hard I try /I knew the ties of rope would never hold
I'll never see within /No bond would keep him down
Tell me why behind walls of stone you hide /Tell me why you throw your life into the sky
Yet alone, you're always alone /Yet alone, you're always alone

Oh, my hawk
Tomorrow the battle starts
I'm afraid
Will you fight at my side?
Can it be, a teaming of you and me?
Can I trust? Dare I trust?

Oh, my wolf
Tomorrow will come
I'm afraid
Will you let me stay?
Can it be, a teaming of you and me?
Can I trust? Dare I trust?

(Twinned-voice verse repeats, with third voice over:)
...So they sailed together
This unlikely pair
The wolf, tied to the earth
The hawk, to the air
But not alone, you're never alone

Harry: There, that wasn't so bad, was it?

Amy: (furious) She's sorry she ever asked! I just gave her SONG LYRICS to explain how I felt, okay? How dorky is that?! GAH!

[tinderblast.livejournal.com]

Shamefully, the first question that popped into my head, about a certain memorable scene ...

I'd like to know where Lucius got the idea to make Harry crawl while he, er, let his fingers do some walking ... *blushes*

It's so pervy. And I'd like to know if Harry felt anything other than humiliation.

But really, I'd love to ask Harry of '...Tigers' fame at what point he began to formulate the plan to turn Lucius and Snape against each other, and how confident he was of the plan's success. And how he thought he survived it all.


brodie

DDS Lucius replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Well, it wasn't as if I had a detailed agenda for the night, precisely. It occurred to me that having him crawl would be lovely to watch, and nicely humiliating, and it just seemed a pity to have to remove my fingers at that moment. And oh, the way his pulse quickened against my fingers when I told him to fetch the lubricant on his hands and knees. Is it my fault the boys didn't keep it in the bedroom? You act as though it was my doing. Really, now.

DDS Harry replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, but Draco will not let me answer the second part of your question. He says he can't risk the trauma of hearing about "my father's goddamn fingers" used in the same sentence with "my husband's arse" one more time. Sorry, but he's threatening to withhold sex if I don't do as he says, and I can't have that, can I?

"Tigers to Butter" Harry replies...

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear. Yes. Well, that was... rather a bad time for me, wasn't it? I had to submit, you know. It wasn't as if I had a hope of holding out. Because Voldemort didn't want anything from me except my submission, you know. Didn't want me to betray anyone, kill anyone... do anything except call him master. And I would have tried to have held out longer, if it had meant it was going to hurt anyone but me.

But I thought, you're going to break eventually, everyone breaks under torture, and the faster you give in, the more there will still be of you left, under that submission. And as long as I wasn't being made to hurt anyone else, that would be worth it. Maybe there'd be some hope of escape or rescue later, and there'd be some chance that someone could put me back together if I still had a mind left, underneath it all.

And then he threw me to Lucius and Snape both! Well, the contrast between the two was striking enough, even though they both wanted me submissive as well... I was trying so hard, at first, just to please them, just to stay alive, it took me a while to see the jealousy they had of each other. But once I did, and remembered that these were men who were willing to murder to get what they wanted, I couldn't let that opportunity go, could I?

Problem was, they were smart bastards. If I'd ever gone so far as to "mistakenly" say the other one's name in passion, they'd have been on to me like a shot. But to hesitate before saying their name...that, they didn't think I'd be clever enough to plan.

You think Voldemort would have caught on earlier, seen the common link between all those Death Eater feuds. Stupid bastard. Of course, no one was ever stupid enough to duel again, were they? No, it was all poisonings, midnight stabbings, that sort of thing. The Lestranges were the weirdest to serve; I still can't look at a strawberry cream puff or hear the words, "Was it the jam spoon you were looking for, vicar?" without shuddering. And how THEY took each other out, at the end! Use Unforgivable Curses like they were kiss-on-the-cheek hellos, they did, but get them really mad, and Bellatrix and Rodolphus turned into Charlotte Corday and Mr. Blond on some kind of ludicrous sugar-cereal high; there were chicken feathers and wine gums and severed limbs--not theirs, mind you-- and asphyxiated goldfish and melonballers all over that double-murder crime scene...

And in the end, when Voldemort and Karkaroff were the last two left, and had put it together what I'd been doing, and they both aimed their wands at me and were screaming "Avada Kedavra"... well... I ducked. Twin green bolts went zing right over my head, right past each other. Voldemort only had time to say, "Oh, fu--" before it got him.

Oh... what am I doing these days? Joint marriage counseling. I seem to be rather good at it.

*smiles naughtily*

[loony-moony.livejournal.com]

I join "Rituals and Traditions"!Draco and ask his Harry:

WHO THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN WITH BEFORE DRACO?

(by the looks of it, I'd say Snape. ;D)

And also-

How did the family name fewd in "Worst Happiest Day Of His Life" ended? Did Harry Potter become Harry Potter-Malfoy?
A
nd the question that has been nagging me since forever, to DDS!Lucius:

Did you mean to knock Harry up?

Rituals and Traditions Harry replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Blaise Zabini was the one who taught me to use a blacksnake whip like a true martinet. Ron, though, was the one who got me to respect cock rings. But don't tell Draco! I didn't want him to be too jealous, so I told him it was the Giant Squid. Tentacles, you know.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

To Rituals!Harry and Rituals!Draco:

Wearing the rings now? Where?

Harry and Draco reply:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Harry: We ARE wearing rings on the fourth fingers of our left hands. Real boring, huh?

Draco: But we bring out the other ones every so often. For fun.

Harry: Yeah, and every so often he says, "Can I chain you to the bedposts and pretend I've come to rescue you, tonight?"

Draco: And I'm damned creative in making up the ritual, too. Remember the part where I have to make you come without using my hands or my mouth?

Harry: Oh, yeah, I like that one.

[devulgari.livejournal.com]

At the end of "A World Not So BLack Nor White," there is apparantly a wedding in the works. I have questions for both the participants:

Lucius: Just what are you doing that is supposed to keep Voldemort and the other Death Eaters happy long enough for you to enjoy married life with your new husband?

Harry: Just because Lucius disdains Voldemort is no reason to think he wouldn't be behind him if he were, say, a brilliant strategist, a cunning statesman, a manipulative genuis instead of "captain fucking ahab." How can you reconcille your own philosphies with his, assuming that your marriage will last many years?

Lucius replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

I have Voldemort convinced that this is a long-term plan to addict Harry to me and earn his loyalty through the one thing that is sure to be uncorruptible: the sweetness of his heart. That's always a good nerve to touch with the Dark Lord, as he particularly hates that about Harry, knows it cannot be uprooted like some decayed tooth. He likes the idea of Harry genuinely in love with me, founded upon that weakness which is his strength.

Stupid, lovely boy.

[ladynutmeg.livejournal.com]

I can't believe I almost missed this meme. I think I might have shot myself. I have lots of questions, and I'll be happy if I even get one answered, but here are all of them so you know that oh holy god, i want to interrogate your characters while they're tied up. Prefereably to my bed. Even more preferably naked.

To Sharp As Sunlight Siri:

Though you couldn't forgive Snape, were the two of you able to build....something....anything? And I'd like the sex of your child and their name please.

To Worst Happiest Day Draco:

Did Harry actually have you more times than you had him on your wedding night? the six to four ratio, etc.

To A Little Touch Of Harry In the Night Severus:

Who had you been with before, and what was the pendant, and why is it that I can read the most in character sappy declaration that brings a lump to your throat (and yes I know in character and sappy are rarely pulled off simultaneously, but i have a weird view of sappy) and not be half so affected as your 'strong emotions' speech, which hurt in such a beautiful way and oh dear god, what the hell did happen when you took your turn with the hostage?

To A Little Touch Of Harry Draco:

Did you ever figure out if you wanted to submit to Harry or not?

To A Little Touch Of Harry Lucius:

Did you know how hard your son came when Harry fucked him? (And if you didn't, you sure do now. Snark)

I think that's all for now. No, wait, another:

To all members of The Lyin', the Which and the Group grope:

So, guys, kiss and tell. Who did snog who?

ASAS Sirius replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

I don't talk about forgiveness. Forgiveness is for the weak. I move on, and I look at what happens after.

Someone a little further down the page, goseaward, I think, asked something similar; you can look there to see what I told her.

And we're still in hiding, so I don't think it would be wise to tell you the name or gender of the rugrat.

[goseaward.livejournal.com]

To Sirius in As Sharp as Sunlight: do you think you'll ever be able to love Severus the way he loves you?

(*barely resists the urge to question Lucius--I want to know so bad that I refuse to let you tell me what happened*)

(Any guesses as to which fic of yours is my fav? *g*)

[ladynutmeg.livejournal.com]

I second that motion, though A Little Touch of Harry in the Night is definately making a push. I also second your question. *Whimper*. Must know

[ladynutmeg.livejournal.com]

One more question, please don't hate me.

Sharp as Sunlight Harry: Did you ever risk the contact? Did you and Lucius ever hold your daughter together?

ASAS Harry replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

You wanna see something?

I don't want to let Severus see this, so be quiet. Sirius knows about it.

There. Take a look.

She's really pretty in that picture, isn't she? One of the few times I got her to stay clean for more than two minutes.

Lucius didn't act like he cared if she was clean when he was holding her, which surprised me. I never knew kids could ooze, so much. See-- what she's holding, what she's got in her mouth-- Lucius said it was a cabochon ruby, and he said no daughter of his was going to teethe on plastic muggle toys, no indeed.

I look worried though. Sirius took the picture before Lucius told me he'd measured the stone and said it was too big for her to choke on it.

Don't worry, the picture's got a concealment spell on it. No one but me-- and Sirius-- can see it.

Which is good, because I take it out and look at it a lot.

...And she's really fond of that ruby.

[salazaar.livejournal.com]

Okay, where to begin:

You already answered about a spell to turn tigers to butter. Ooh, but I have another question: Harry, did you ever enjoy it? And with whom did you enjoy it, if you did?

So What Do You Get The Death-Eater Who Has Everything ... Draco, what happened when you went back to Harry with your father? Did anything go differently than how you had planned? Feel free to be graphic, btw.

(*facepalm*: GOD I'M PATHETIC)

Continuing ...

For Other Chambers, Darker Secrets ... Severus: Did the Gryffindors ever tell? And did you ever take advantage of them again?

Draco from A Little Touch of Harry ... So what is it like being Potter's slave?

Oh, and one more: Parchment!Harry: Did Hedwig taste just like chicken?

*giggles; flees*

Amanuensis replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Okay, I have to intervene here: Please, everyone, no more "did you enjoy your rape" questions for Harry! It's just like OC, DS Harry SAID you would be! My god, you people are jackals! *cuddles Harry protectively*

[(Anonymous)]

To "A Little Touch of Harry"-Severus:
Are you still jealous of Draco? Or did the arrangement prove to be...quite satisfactory at times?

ALToHitN Snape replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Potter is a seething mass of oxymorons. He is sly, and he is ingenuous. He is lawful, yet he writes--and breaks-- his own rules. And he is loyal where he loves, yet I no more think that I can hold him than I could hold starlight.

I knew this when I gave in and became another one of his notch-in-his-wand bed conquests.

Because he is Potter, and I am only mortal.

And he is loyal where he loves.

I can make no complaint. I have only myself to blame, after all.

[fabularasa.livejournal.com]

Dear Remus,

Please forgive me if someone has asked you these questions before, but since you so rarely talk about yourself, I'm hoping you won't mind even if you have to do it again.

In No Happy Memories, when Sirius told you what was going to happen -- that he would receive the Kiss under a time-stasis spell and spend the day with Harry, what was your reaction? Was there a part of you that was hurt becasue he chose to spend those final twenty-four hours with Harry rather than with his oldest living friend? If so, could you bring yourself to say anything at all? Was there a part of you that knew exactly what Sirius was hoping would happen that day, and was there part of you that had wanted that to happen for the two of you?

Please forgive me for this next one, but when you picked up that still-warm body in your arms and carried it down those stairs. . . how, how did you do it?

My warmest regards, and my deepest sympathies,
Fabula Rasa

P.S. You may have got the impression I don't pay much attention to you, since I spend so much time writing about your rather more. . . attention-seeking acquaintances. Rest assured, I notice. Oh yes, I certainly do.

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Long reply, hon. It's here: (http://www.livejournal.com/users/amanuensis1/22453.html)

[darklites.livejournal.com]

Hope I'm not too late--

Worst Happiest Day Harry and Draco: Okay, 'fess up. Do you two secretly have a big hankering for the vanilla too? ;)

And for the characters from So What Do You Get The Death Eater Who Has Everything...

Harry: How do you feel about yours and Draco's "arrangement"? How did you feel (and what did you remember) after the effects of the spell wore off?

Draco: How do you feel about your arrangement with Harry (ruddy proud of yourself, I'll bet!)? What happened after that fateful night, did things continue as they were? Did anything emotional ever enter the picture? (sorry, it is difficult to remove my OTP-tinted glasses.)

Lucius: Looking back on the event, what comes to mind? Did it ever happen again? Heh.

And this isn't a question, but. Rituals!Draco: You are a lucky bastard, for your Harry is the sexiest thing ever. The briskness of the way he acted while saving you! The wicked grins! Yet still, the earnest way he is! *envy*

Thanks for indulging! :)

Worst Happiest Day Harry and Draco reply:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

(Please see ladynutmeg's questions above, in this thread, (http://www.livejournal.com/users/amanuensis1/21972.html?thread=483796) for the events which led to this:)

Draco: (sniffles)

Harry: Ssh, it's okay. Look the bruising's almost gone. This ointment's doing the job.

Draco: (whimpers) You hit my FACE.

Harry: I said I was sorry.

Draco: My FACE, you git!

Harry: You're going to be fine. I didn't ruin your pretty face, dammit.

Draco: PRETTY? Malfoys aren't PRETTY, not male Malfoys, anyway, we're sexy and gorgeous and... and luminous, we're not pretty!

Harry: Oh, yeah, well as you keep saying, I'M a male Malfoy now; so I assume that applies to me too?

Draco: No. But you do have something of the tousle-headed intellectual about you, with those glasses, so, you'll pass.

Harry: Tousle-hea-- you know, I don't think you're hurt as badly as you're pretending.

Draco: Yes, I am. This is killing me. I shall be dead before morning, just from the pain. Unless...

Harry: Unless?

Draco: Unless... you distract me somehow.

Harry: What, you want me to kiss it and make it better?

Draco: Sort of. I was thinking of someplace a bit lower, though.

Harry: You've got a one-track mind, you know that?

Draco: Shut up and save your husband's life.

Harry: Well, I wouldn't want to be accused of murder.

Draco: Trust you to always be thinking of yoursel-- ooh.

Oooh! I can't resist. To Other Chambers, Darker Secrets Draco

[(Anonymous)]

(To amanuensis: do you know how much you rock my world?)

Oh God, I *love* this meme! Some people have already asked my most burning questions, so I'm only left with my slightly pervy one.

To Other Chambers, Darker Secrets Draco:
Did you ever make good on your promise to Harry?
(ie "No, it'll happen, but on my terms. I won't be second to any other memories on that day, Potter.")

If so, details appreciated.

Alice

Other Chambers, Darker Secrets Draco replies:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

I waited, and I waited, for the reprimand to fall, after the incident. I didn't really think old Snape would believe my story, that it had been the little mudblood witch that had initiated it, but I was anticipating that he'd let me off rather lightly, with perhaps a whopping great deduction of house points and a few detentions. Slytherin to Slytherin, you know. As well as his fear-- no matter what he said-- about my father's wrath.

But nothing happened. My father told me that Snape had unloaded his bluster, demanding that Father take his vendetta off Hogwarts grounds, and he had felt it prudent to give way for the moment-- something about not wanting "the greater plan" to be compromised. And Snape never spoke to me at all.

Not a word of it was mentioned. Potter, the Weasel, and the mudblood showed up the next day in classes. At first I wondered if someone had done the little fuckheads a kindness and Obliviated them, but no, it soon was obvious that nothing like that had happened. If those three had been inseparable before, now they clung. And not in a good way. Acted like they were expecting trolls to come after them from every direction and needed to make sure there were eyes on the escape routes at all times. And they didn't chatter anymore. Everything was haunted-eyed whispers, and not many of those.

So very, delightfully, pathetic.

Unfortunately, not as vulnerable as I would have liked. I still had to make good on my promise to Potter. And that meant I had to find him alone.

I found the opportunity.

Potter had been receiving an increasing number of detentions with Snape, and I soon learned that he didn't have (didn't allow?) his friends accompany him to those; all I had to do was get myself in a position to catch him on his way back from one.

But a moment of precaution turned out to be worth a hundred times its weight in galleons. The door to the potions classroom was closed, of course (and probably locked as well, given what I know now), but I wanted to make sure Potter was still inside, serving his detention, and that I hadn't missed him. So I used a Fenestra charm, to get a glimpse inside.

Well. It was nothing like any standard detention I'd ever seen.

Snape, you ruddy, perverted bastard. Glad to know my father respected him for a reason.

What-- did I tell my father what I'd seen? Of course not. It's good to have some personal secrets. Nor did I tell Snape; I'll keep that one for the right opportunity.

No, I didn't tell anyone except Potter.

Cornered him in the corridor, pushed him against the wall and kissed him like I was already raping him (oh, his mouth was already so puffy, I remember that). Said, "You whore. Snape knows what happened and you're buying his silence."

He managed to shove me off. "You don't know anything, Malfoy. You don't even know that you're already a dead man."

And when he made as if to stalk off, I said, "I know that I could tell the Weasel and the mudblood about your arrangement with Snape. Because they don't know that, do they?"

He froze.

And I said some more things. And he didn't move, and he listened. And at the end, I told him what to do to keep my silence. What he would have to do, and what he would have to keep on doing.

He's even sweeter than Granger was, you know.

And much better with his mouth.

[absynthia.livejournal.com]

Do your characters often hold conversations in your head? L.O.L! I almost needed a flow chart there for a bit, it got so confusing.

Thanks so much for the laughs -- even if they are months after the fact, this was great. I'm a voyeur at heart and always a few paces behind the crowd anyway, so doesn't bother me. ;) I'm bookmarking August 02 and will be back another night to continue mining for treasures in your archive. :D

Re:

[amanuensis1.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank YOU! This was a particularly fun writing exercise--a couple of pieces in it still make me giggle and/or go all gooey. Even more so than the original stories of theirs do. It makes me squeal all over again to know you read and liked them!