is anyone sick of deceived drabbles, yet?
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maderrThey're my guilty pleasure >_>
One of these was written for Tygs - the first one - the other two (and the last is three pages long, sheesh) I wrote when I was mad at Stone Rose
Possessive
Benedict sighed, gulped, sighed again, then finally opened the door to his room and stepped inside.
He ducked just in time to miss the glass Rae lobbed at his head, wincing at the sound of expensive crystal shattering against equally expensive rosewood paneling. "Rae—"
Another glass, and this one he had to dive to the floor to avoid.
He was a thousand times grateful Rae had a penchant for throwing, not shooting. The very thought made him cold with fear.
"Beloved—"
"Now is not the time for your stupid little endearments," Rae said furiously. "I told you once I do. Not. Share."
Benedict frowned and picked himself up off the floor. "I had no intention of sharing myself with anyone. If I'd known Lord F was going to walk up and kiss me like that, I would have vacated the premises faster than your temper flares." He realized the stupidity of saying that a moment too late, and barely avoided the book Rae pitched at him.
He waited a minute more -- but Rae now seemed content just to stand and glare. He crossed the room quickly, before Rae could think of throwing the small table he stood beside. He all but ran, lunging forward at the last and catching Rae up in his arms -- making certain Rae's were pinned.
Then he bent his head and kissed him hard, deep, possessively. "They're not stupid little endearments, you great bloody fool. I should think the fact that I would choose to come here knowing full well you were mad and would be throwing things at me, instead of going with Lord F, proves just how much I love you, Rae."
Rae opened his mouth, then closed it again. Slowly the angry tension eased from his body. "If he tries it again, I'm going to kill him. You're mine."
Benedict smiled and brushed a soft kiss across his mouth. "Yes, Hunter. You caught me, you're stuck with me."
Reversal
Benedict nodded to the footman who took his things, then stepped into the private salon where he and Rae would sample all the perfumes and colognes they'd ordered, testing and debating....and he did enjoy these rare afternoons of theirs. No one but each other for the next three hours or so.
Except that as he entered, he realized there was a conversation going on. Rae was speaking...in a friendly tone...to someone other than him…
Glare in place, Benedict stepped into the room and suddenly understood for the first time why Rae always started throwing things when one of his former lovers approached him.
There was nothing else the man standing far too close to Rae could be. Benedict could spot a former lover practically with his eyes closed.
Of course he knew Rae must have had previous lovers. No one could know the things Rae knew, or do what he did, without one or two paramours in his past. That didn't, however, mean that one of them needed to come into their salon, on their afternoon, and speak to Rae with that much familiarity.
Benedict snarled and crossed the room. He was the one who'd gotten Rae. He was the one who got glasses and books thrown at his head every other day. He was the one who got to stand that close. "Rae."
Rae looked up at him, clearly startled by the chilly tone. "Benedict," he said slowly. "You're late."
"I was kept overlong. You know how Lord Q goes on and on." Benedict couldn't help the ice in his voice. "I see you found other amusements."
Ah, there was the anger. Rae smiled in a way that promised Benedict would pay and pay dearly for his obnoxiousness. "Highness," he said, reverting to formality. "This is Brian Demore, an old friend from school. He was just telling me he's finally proposed to a girl we used to harass on a daily basis."
"Highness," Brian said, mirth in his eyes as he watched the two of them. "It is indeed an honor to meet you. Rae speaks often of you in his letters. I would stay longer, but I'm afraid the girl in question is waiting for me, and I am running late. Good day to you. Rae." He vanished quickly from the room.
Benedict blinked. "You write about me? To a former paramour?"
Rae glared at him, hand going to a bronze figurine sitting on a small side table. "Bene, we are friends. We were paramours, as you say, for all of one night. Now," he moved suddenly, quickly, and only experience with his tantrums allowed Benedict to duck in time. The heavy bronze crashed into the wood behind him, and Benedict cringed at the bill that would be coming his way in the next few days. "Why are you being such a bloody arse?”
Benedict reached out and snagged his wrists before Rae could cost him anything more. "I'm the only one who can stand that close to you and live to tell about it."
Rae only glared. "Not at the rate you're going. Are you saying you don't trust me?"
"Oh, right. If that had been Lord F—"
"Mention him again and you will see what happens when someone stands this close to me." The words were a promise, not a threat.
"So you're allowed to be jealous of my former lovers, even though you know why I bedded them, but I'm not allowed to be jealous of your former paramours when I know nothing about them or why you had them to begin with?"
Rae only glared more furiously than ever, and tried in vain to jerk his wrists free. "I've had four lovers in my life, Bene – that's what, a tenth of what you've had? A twentieth? They all chose different people. I chose you. Now let me go or you will find out just how much damage my boot can do to your—“
Benedict cut him off with a kiss, suddenly in a very good mood. "I do love you, Rae."
"You are mad, and don't think you're out of trouble yet," Rae hissed, but his struggles, as Benedict leaned in to kiss him again, were token at best, and neither noticed a few minutes later when the master perfumer stepped inside – then immediately turned around again and locked the door behind him.
Always
Benedict frowned as he entered his room and was greeted only with silence.
He looked around cautiously, expecting to be ambushed by the contents of his bookcase flying at full speed toward his head. He couldn’t recall doing anything wrong, but that didn’t mean anything.
Instead he found only Rae sitting glumly by the fire. Well, at least Rae had come here – that was a good sign. Nothing was worse than when Rae went back to his own room, which was so rarely used now it collected dust.
"Rae?" he asked softly, stopping to discard the bulk of his cumbersome evening clothes. Gods above he hated all the formal dinners and parties that plagued his life. Now that he had flat out refused to continue playing the role of royal whore, he had very little need to attend any of them.
Still, his family persisted. He supposed they hoped he'd grow tired of his secretary and return to his 'usual self'. Well, not happening. Though he would never have thought in a million years that his foul-tempered secretary would be the one to capture him so, he was not complaining...except the fact that Rae still had not moved. He sat staring into the fire, as if utterly lost to his thoughts.
"Rae?" Benedict repeated, collecting the small tin he'd brought with him. He'd ordered it last week, but had insisted they take their time and do the job properly. Nothing less than absolute perfection would suffice. Cautiously, expecting the storm to erupt any moment, Benedict knelt down in front of Rae and looked at him in concern. Six months. Six months now they had lasted. He'd never had a lover more than two weeks, and that one he had dropped as soon as his parents had gotten what they wanted. Rae...all he wanted these days was to hold his Hunter and never let go. "Whatever is the matter?"
Rae said nothing, merely set his brandy down with a clink on the table and picked up a sheaf of papers. "Your parents gave these to me this morning, and told me to begin going over them with you. Highness."
Benedict frowned and took the papers – then began swearing profusely. "Bastards! No wonder they've been nice to me all day." He stared at them, then looked back up at Rae, who had returned to staring into the fire. "Why aren't you throwing things at my head?"
"You were bound to have to get married, Bene," Rae said tiredly. As if there was no fight left in him. Benedict didn't approve one bit. He preferred Rae when he was breaking the most expensive objects in the room. "She will be here next week so that you two might meet. A fine princess, I hear, though they say she has a bit of a temper. I’m certain that will suit you, however."
If Rae wasn't going to get angry, then Benedict would. "So that's it. All we’ve been through – our rough start, all the fights we've had, defying my family and everyone else and now you're giving up because my family thinks they can marry me off?" Benedict set down his gift before he did something stupid, like throw it. "You're usually so smart, Rae. Why are you choosing now to be so stupid?"
There was the fire he knew and loved, sparking from deep within those dark brown eyes. "Excuse me?" Rae said icily, hand tightening around his brandy glass. "You are a prince of the realm, you bloody idiot. It is one thing to refuse all other potential paramours because of me; it is quite another to refuse a marriage."
Benedict snorted. "You're the one being stupid. Do you honestly think my family really wants me to marry?"
"She is, so far as political matches, utterly perfect."
"Bloody moron today, aren't you? They don't care about that. The things she'd bring to a marriage, my beloved fool, are things we could aware far more cheaply by other routes. The ports, the trade agreements and all the rest of it. Anything is cheaper than a marriage, trust me. They're trying to get rid of you, Rae. Everyone knows how possessive you are. Lord B is still recovering from the bookend you threw at him. They think marrying me off will get rid of you.”
Rae glared at the mention of Lord B. "Bastard. If he tries it again, I'll do far worse than a simple book end."
The book end in question has been mostly wood -- but with some bronze. Luckily Lord B had ducked and missed the worst of it. "So you love me enough to harm Lord B but you give up at the mention of marriage?" Benedict asked.
"You are a prince, even if you're a lazy one," Rae said slowly. "As I said before, marriage is different. Countries have gone to war for less than a refused marriage, Bene. That doesn't mean..." he grimaced and slumped further in his seat. "Obviously you have not been in the office today."
Benedict quirked a brow at that, and started to feel much better. So Rae had completely destroyed the office in his rage? He hid a grin, suddenly feeling far finer than simply 'much better'. He reached down and retrieved the box he'd set aside. "Here. This is for you."
"What for?" Rae asked, frowning at the green box tied with a yellow ribbon.
"I like buying you things," Benedict said, smiling when Rae only eyed him uncertainly. So suspicious, his Rae, of things given to him for no reason. The very reason Benedict liked doing it – everyone else he'd ever been with expected things, thought they were entitled to them.
Carefully Rae untied the ribbon, and then unthinkingly held it to his nose, breathing in the scent that clung to it. "Amber and rose," he murmured, the ghost of a smile slipping briefly across his face. He lifted the lid and blinked. "Fruit?”
Benedict laughed softly. “Try a slice of orange.”
Eying him as though he were crazy, Rae nevertheless obeyed and picked up a slice – immediately realizing something wasn’t right. Biting into it, his eyes immediately widened. “Marzipan,” he said, and licked traces of sugar from his lips. “They’re all made of marzipan. I’ve never seen any of such quality…” he looked at the box, then at Benedict. “You don’t have to buy me sweets, Bene.”
Benedict rolled his eyes, moved the box to the table – right on top of the stupid marriage contract – and leaned up between Rae’s legs to kiss him soundly, wrapping his arms around Rae’s waist. He was warm from the fire, mouth flavored with brandy and sugar, and Rae for the time being seemed more than happy to keep the kiss at a slow, steady burn. “Do you love me, Hunter?” he asked when the kiss finally ended.
“Always, pretty bird,” Rae answered softly.
Benedict smiled and stole another soft, quick kiss, then reached into the box of candy and pulled out a marzipan cherry and pressed it to Rae’s lips. The way Rae lit up over something as simple as sugar was a sight he would never grow tired of watching. He knew too many people who were insulted if they received less than emeralds and diamonds.
Those lips were too tempting, and Benedict leaned up again to lick red-dyed sugar from them. “So what did you do to the study?”
Rae’s cheeks burned the faintest bit pink, and Benedict’s mood improved a thousand-fold to know just how upset Rae had truly been. “I might have gotten carried away.”
Benedict threw his head back and laughed. “I cannot wait to see. Unnecessary, Rae, for no matter how much my family screams – I want you and no other.”
Fingers sank into his hair, a gesture that made him shiver no matter how often it was done, and Rae tilted his head just so, leaning down to kiss him hard, sharing the taste of sugar and brandy, and the flavors were almost as seductive as the scent of amber and musk that clung to him. “Good. I no longer feel like conceding defeat. The idiot princess had best not show her face if she values keeping it pretty for whomever she does marry.”
Benedict said nothing, merely smiled as Rae returned to kissing him.
One of these was written for Tygs - the first one - the other two (and the last is three pages long, sheesh) I wrote when I was mad at Stone Rose
Possessive
Benedict sighed, gulped, sighed again, then finally opened the door to his room and stepped inside.
He ducked just in time to miss the glass Rae lobbed at his head, wincing at the sound of expensive crystal shattering against equally expensive rosewood paneling. "Rae—"
Another glass, and this one he had to dive to the floor to avoid.
He was a thousand times grateful Rae had a penchant for throwing, not shooting. The very thought made him cold with fear.
"Beloved—"
"Now is not the time for your stupid little endearments," Rae said furiously. "I told you once I do. Not. Share."
Benedict frowned and picked himself up off the floor. "I had no intention of sharing myself with anyone. If I'd known Lord F was going to walk up and kiss me like that, I would have vacated the premises faster than your temper flares." He realized the stupidity of saying that a moment too late, and barely avoided the book Rae pitched at him.
He waited a minute more -- but Rae now seemed content just to stand and glare. He crossed the room quickly, before Rae could think of throwing the small table he stood beside. He all but ran, lunging forward at the last and catching Rae up in his arms -- making certain Rae's were pinned.
Then he bent his head and kissed him hard, deep, possessively. "They're not stupid little endearments, you great bloody fool. I should think the fact that I would choose to come here knowing full well you were mad and would be throwing things at me, instead of going with Lord F, proves just how much I love you, Rae."
Rae opened his mouth, then closed it again. Slowly the angry tension eased from his body. "If he tries it again, I'm going to kill him. You're mine."
Benedict smiled and brushed a soft kiss across his mouth. "Yes, Hunter. You caught me, you're stuck with me."
Reversal
Benedict nodded to the footman who took his things, then stepped into the private salon where he and Rae would sample all the perfumes and colognes they'd ordered, testing and debating....and he did enjoy these rare afternoons of theirs. No one but each other for the next three hours or so.
Except that as he entered, he realized there was a conversation going on. Rae was speaking...in a friendly tone...to someone other than him…
Glare in place, Benedict stepped into the room and suddenly understood for the first time why Rae always started throwing things when one of his former lovers approached him.
There was nothing else the man standing far too close to Rae could be. Benedict could spot a former lover practically with his eyes closed.
Of course he knew Rae must have had previous lovers. No one could know the things Rae knew, or do what he did, without one or two paramours in his past. That didn't, however, mean that one of them needed to come into their salon, on their afternoon, and speak to Rae with that much familiarity.
Benedict snarled and crossed the room. He was the one who'd gotten Rae. He was the one who got glasses and books thrown at his head every other day. He was the one who got to stand that close. "Rae."
Rae looked up at him, clearly startled by the chilly tone. "Benedict," he said slowly. "You're late."
"I was kept overlong. You know how Lord Q goes on and on." Benedict couldn't help the ice in his voice. "I see you found other amusements."
Ah, there was the anger. Rae smiled in a way that promised Benedict would pay and pay dearly for his obnoxiousness. "Highness," he said, reverting to formality. "This is Brian Demore, an old friend from school. He was just telling me he's finally proposed to a girl we used to harass on a daily basis."
"Highness," Brian said, mirth in his eyes as he watched the two of them. "It is indeed an honor to meet you. Rae speaks often of you in his letters. I would stay longer, but I'm afraid the girl in question is waiting for me, and I am running late. Good day to you. Rae." He vanished quickly from the room.
Benedict blinked. "You write about me? To a former paramour?"
Rae glared at him, hand going to a bronze figurine sitting on a small side table. "Bene, we are friends. We were paramours, as you say, for all of one night. Now," he moved suddenly, quickly, and only experience with his tantrums allowed Benedict to duck in time. The heavy bronze crashed into the wood behind him, and Benedict cringed at the bill that would be coming his way in the next few days. "Why are you being such a bloody arse?”
Benedict reached out and snagged his wrists before Rae could cost him anything more. "I'm the only one who can stand that close to you and live to tell about it."
Rae only glared. "Not at the rate you're going. Are you saying you don't trust me?"
"Oh, right. If that had been Lord F—"
"Mention him again and you will see what happens when someone stands this close to me." The words were a promise, not a threat.
"So you're allowed to be jealous of my former lovers, even though you know why I bedded them, but I'm not allowed to be jealous of your former paramours when I know nothing about them or why you had them to begin with?"
Rae only glared more furiously than ever, and tried in vain to jerk his wrists free. "I've had four lovers in my life, Bene – that's what, a tenth of what you've had? A twentieth? They all chose different people. I chose you. Now let me go or you will find out just how much damage my boot can do to your—“
Benedict cut him off with a kiss, suddenly in a very good mood. "I do love you, Rae."
"You are mad, and don't think you're out of trouble yet," Rae hissed, but his struggles, as Benedict leaned in to kiss him again, were token at best, and neither noticed a few minutes later when the master perfumer stepped inside – then immediately turned around again and locked the door behind him.
Always
Benedict frowned as he entered his room and was greeted only with silence.
He looked around cautiously, expecting to be ambushed by the contents of his bookcase flying at full speed toward his head. He couldn’t recall doing anything wrong, but that didn’t mean anything.
Instead he found only Rae sitting glumly by the fire. Well, at least Rae had come here – that was a good sign. Nothing was worse than when Rae went back to his own room, which was so rarely used now it collected dust.
"Rae?" he asked softly, stopping to discard the bulk of his cumbersome evening clothes. Gods above he hated all the formal dinners and parties that plagued his life. Now that he had flat out refused to continue playing the role of royal whore, he had very little need to attend any of them.
Still, his family persisted. He supposed they hoped he'd grow tired of his secretary and return to his 'usual self'. Well, not happening. Though he would never have thought in a million years that his foul-tempered secretary would be the one to capture him so, he was not complaining...except the fact that Rae still had not moved. He sat staring into the fire, as if utterly lost to his thoughts.
"Rae?" Benedict repeated, collecting the small tin he'd brought with him. He'd ordered it last week, but had insisted they take their time and do the job properly. Nothing less than absolute perfection would suffice. Cautiously, expecting the storm to erupt any moment, Benedict knelt down in front of Rae and looked at him in concern. Six months. Six months now they had lasted. He'd never had a lover more than two weeks, and that one he had dropped as soon as his parents had gotten what they wanted. Rae...all he wanted these days was to hold his Hunter and never let go. "Whatever is the matter?"
Rae said nothing, merely set his brandy down with a clink on the table and picked up a sheaf of papers. "Your parents gave these to me this morning, and told me to begin going over them with you. Highness."
Benedict frowned and took the papers – then began swearing profusely. "Bastards! No wonder they've been nice to me all day." He stared at them, then looked back up at Rae, who had returned to staring into the fire. "Why aren't you throwing things at my head?"
"You were bound to have to get married, Bene," Rae said tiredly. As if there was no fight left in him. Benedict didn't approve one bit. He preferred Rae when he was breaking the most expensive objects in the room. "She will be here next week so that you two might meet. A fine princess, I hear, though they say she has a bit of a temper. I’m certain that will suit you, however."
If Rae wasn't going to get angry, then Benedict would. "So that's it. All we’ve been through – our rough start, all the fights we've had, defying my family and everyone else and now you're giving up because my family thinks they can marry me off?" Benedict set down his gift before he did something stupid, like throw it. "You're usually so smart, Rae. Why are you choosing now to be so stupid?"
There was the fire he knew and loved, sparking from deep within those dark brown eyes. "Excuse me?" Rae said icily, hand tightening around his brandy glass. "You are a prince of the realm, you bloody idiot. It is one thing to refuse all other potential paramours because of me; it is quite another to refuse a marriage."
Benedict snorted. "You're the one being stupid. Do you honestly think my family really wants me to marry?"
"She is, so far as political matches, utterly perfect."
"Bloody moron today, aren't you? They don't care about that. The things she'd bring to a marriage, my beloved fool, are things we could aware far more cheaply by other routes. The ports, the trade agreements and all the rest of it. Anything is cheaper than a marriage, trust me. They're trying to get rid of you, Rae. Everyone knows how possessive you are. Lord B is still recovering from the bookend you threw at him. They think marrying me off will get rid of you.”
Rae glared at the mention of Lord B. "Bastard. If he tries it again, I'll do far worse than a simple book end."
The book end in question has been mostly wood -- but with some bronze. Luckily Lord B had ducked and missed the worst of it. "So you love me enough to harm Lord B but you give up at the mention of marriage?" Benedict asked.
"You are a prince, even if you're a lazy one," Rae said slowly. "As I said before, marriage is different. Countries have gone to war for less than a refused marriage, Bene. That doesn't mean..." he grimaced and slumped further in his seat. "Obviously you have not been in the office today."
Benedict quirked a brow at that, and started to feel much better. So Rae had completely destroyed the office in his rage? He hid a grin, suddenly feeling far finer than simply 'much better'. He reached down and retrieved the box he'd set aside. "Here. This is for you."
"What for?" Rae asked, frowning at the green box tied with a yellow ribbon.
"I like buying you things," Benedict said, smiling when Rae only eyed him uncertainly. So suspicious, his Rae, of things given to him for no reason. The very reason Benedict liked doing it – everyone else he'd ever been with expected things, thought they were entitled to them.
Carefully Rae untied the ribbon, and then unthinkingly held it to his nose, breathing in the scent that clung to it. "Amber and rose," he murmured, the ghost of a smile slipping briefly across his face. He lifted the lid and blinked. "Fruit?”
Benedict laughed softly. “Try a slice of orange.”
Eying him as though he were crazy, Rae nevertheless obeyed and picked up a slice – immediately realizing something wasn’t right. Biting into it, his eyes immediately widened. “Marzipan,” he said, and licked traces of sugar from his lips. “They’re all made of marzipan. I’ve never seen any of such quality…” he looked at the box, then at Benedict. “You don’t have to buy me sweets, Bene.”
Benedict rolled his eyes, moved the box to the table – right on top of the stupid marriage contract – and leaned up between Rae’s legs to kiss him soundly, wrapping his arms around Rae’s waist. He was warm from the fire, mouth flavored with brandy and sugar, and Rae for the time being seemed more than happy to keep the kiss at a slow, steady burn. “Do you love me, Hunter?” he asked when the kiss finally ended.
“Always, pretty bird,” Rae answered softly.
Benedict smiled and stole another soft, quick kiss, then reached into the box of candy and pulled out a marzipan cherry and pressed it to Rae’s lips. The way Rae lit up over something as simple as sugar was a sight he would never grow tired of watching. He knew too many people who were insulted if they received less than emeralds and diamonds.
Those lips were too tempting, and Benedict leaned up again to lick red-dyed sugar from them. “So what did you do to the study?”
Rae’s cheeks burned the faintest bit pink, and Benedict’s mood improved a thousand-fold to know just how upset Rae had truly been. “I might have gotten carried away.”
Benedict threw his head back and laughed. “I cannot wait to see. Unnecessary, Rae, for no matter how much my family screams – I want you and no other.”
Fingers sank into his hair, a gesture that made him shiver no matter how often it was done, and Rae tilted his head just so, leaning down to kiss him hard, sharing the taste of sugar and brandy, and the flavors were almost as seductive as the scent of amber and musk that clung to him. “Good. I no longer feel like conceding defeat. The idiot princess had best not show her face if she values keeping it pretty for whomever she does marry.”
Benedict said nothing, merely smiled as Rae returned to kissing him.
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Date: 2006-11-13 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-13 03:29 am (UTC)Seriously? I love these two. *hearts them* Poor guys, getting all insecure. They're adorable when they're throwing things and getting pissed. XD I loved the last one the best though. *huggles Hunter* Silly man. Thinking that Bene would give up everything for some chit he didn't even know. Plus, sugar makes everything better. ^_^ Heehee! *snickers* Also, I'd love to see what the office looked like. XD
You rock the world. *glomps*
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Date: 2006-11-13 03:48 am (UTC)I like Rae's temper, Rae's jealousy, and Rae's sweet tooth, and I like how Benedict knows his secretary well enough that he can anticipate and head off each incident.
::laugh:: And that's all I've got for this. ^___^ So lovely. ♥
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Date: 2006-11-13 04:19 am (UTC)LOL.
Good thing that there's the Royal Treasury to help fix some of the damage caused by Rae's volatile temper.
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Date: 2006-11-13 04:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-13 05:26 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-13 06:29 am (UTC)These are as sweet as mazipan and just as tasty.
Although, I am waiting for the day Benedict starts buying things just for Rae to throw. 'Cause he totally would.
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Date: 2006-11-13 08:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-13 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-13 03:55 pm (UTC)We all need our guilty pleasures... I'm just so glad that yours in writing. And that you share.
^_^
Much Love!
Date: 2006-11-13 04:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-14 09:14 am (UTC)I love these two guys, but they give me the most random cravings, at really appropriate times... When thei're story came out I was looking around the internet for perfume making kits. And today I had just been thinking about the last time I had marzipan... sigh. Hopefully Publix will carry some for the Holidays.
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Date: 2006-11-19 07:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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