Man, last night was weird
Aug. 8th, 2007 06:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maderrKept having miserable dreams, woke up over and over x_X
Then, my alarm went off -- only when I picked up my phone to turn it off, I realize it wasn't the alarm buzzing, someone was caling me. Just muted it, but the fuckers called back. Finally answered it and told them wrong number, but the connection was bad so I have no idea if they heard me, but they did hang up. That was 3:30 -__-
Food day today at work, but Cara's last day, and I sadly have no gift. Getting sick on Friday kinda ruined it, and buying food to take in today emptied my bank account. *sigh*
Alas, I have no pretties on offer. I sucketh. Spent last night editing a fairytale, so that's one down and a million to go. Keep feeling I should rewrite Main Gauche, but I really don't feel like it. Maybe I'll just edit that tonight and see whatall I feel like changing. Have a new Cinderella idea, though it involves another masked ball (Megan weakness #57), but am trying not to start anything else.
Way too much to do. Have to work on something for a 20-page manga, and I'm pretty sure I'm too damn late to do the horoscopes I signed up to do for Alison's thing, and I really need to just stop doing shit so I can get the rest of my shit done!
Stupid work. If it did'nt eat my days, I could get so very much done.
Ugh, I wan to go back to bed.
Hmm. Found a page of NWS knights. Never got to finish this. Maybe if I get some other stuff done. So wish I could take my laptop to work, do you know how much I could get done over my lunch hour? But I'm so not risking it x_X If I got mugged again and lost my laptop, I would lose my mind.
Lyon chuckled softly as Chastaine broke their kiss to put his lips elsewhere.
"Are my kisses laughable, Lyon?" he asked idly, teeth nipping Lyon's ear, eliciting the shiver he had known he would.
"Nay," Lyon replied, stroking fingers lightly, lazily, along Chastaine's skin, lingering on the fine, wide chest. Many a time he had seen it bare, and probably noted and admired it absently, but never a second glance had he taken. Now he could not stop touching, tasting… "A stray thought, perhaps related to your kisses."
Summer made the air thick and sticky, even the cool of the thick castle walls not enough to cut it completely. They lay stretched out on their bed, an elaborately carved piece given to them my Winifred with no small amount of cheek – and no small amount of ribaldry from the castle inhabitants.
"So my kisses allow you to think, and lead to thoughts which make you laugh?" Chastaine shook his head and nipped at his shoulder.
Lyon rolled his eyes and tugged Chastaine's head up for another proper kiss. Too hot, too lazy, for anything more intense yet, but they had a couple of hours to themselves while it was simply too hot to do much of anything, and he was quite content to spend it exchanging lazy kisses and touches with his lover. "I remember, while you were off rescuing Lady Winifred…something Brice said led me eventually to the realization that for all we know about each other…"
He shook his head and took another kiss, mouth sliding over Chastaine's, fitted perfectly to it.
"You cannot end the sentence there," Chastaine said in amusement. He shifted, resting on his back and pulling Lyon to lie partly sprawled on top of him, hands smoothing down Lyon's backside.
"It occurred to me that with all I did know, the one thing I did not was where and how you…" He broke off into a low, muffled groan as Chastaine's fingers grew bold. "…slaked your lust."
Chastaine laughed and kissed him hard, sliding a thigh between Lyon's legs, pressing just so. "Such inappropriate thoughts, Sir Knight."
"Mayhap, but it is not my fingers doing inappropriate things," Lyon said, words spilling into another groan. He shifted slightly, granting better access, putting his mouth to that fine chest, tasting sweat and Chastaine.
Then, my alarm went off -- only when I picked up my phone to turn it off, I realize it wasn't the alarm buzzing, someone was caling me. Just muted it, but the fuckers called back. Finally answered it and told them wrong number, but the connection was bad so I have no idea if they heard me, but they did hang up. That was 3:30 -__-
Food day today at work, but Cara's last day, and I sadly have no gift. Getting sick on Friday kinda ruined it, and buying food to take in today emptied my bank account. *sigh*
Alas, I have no pretties on offer. I sucketh. Spent last night editing a fairytale, so that's one down and a million to go. Keep feeling I should rewrite Main Gauche, but I really don't feel like it. Maybe I'll just edit that tonight and see whatall I feel like changing. Have a new Cinderella idea, though it involves another masked ball (Megan weakness #57), but am trying not to start anything else.
Way too much to do. Have to work on something for a 20-page manga, and I'm pretty sure I'm too damn late to do the horoscopes I signed up to do for Alison's thing, and I really need to just stop doing shit so I can get the rest of my shit done!
Stupid work. If it did'nt eat my days, I could get so very much done.
Ugh, I wan to go back to bed.
Hmm. Found a page of NWS knights. Never got to finish this. Maybe if I get some other stuff done. So wish I could take my laptop to work, do you know how much I could get done over my lunch hour? But I'm so not risking it x_X If I got mugged again and lost my laptop, I would lose my mind.
Lyon chuckled softly as Chastaine broke their kiss to put his lips elsewhere.
"Are my kisses laughable, Lyon?" he asked idly, teeth nipping Lyon's ear, eliciting the shiver he had known he would.
"Nay," Lyon replied, stroking fingers lightly, lazily, along Chastaine's skin, lingering on the fine, wide chest. Many a time he had seen it bare, and probably noted and admired it absently, but never a second glance had he taken. Now he could not stop touching, tasting… "A stray thought, perhaps related to your kisses."
Summer made the air thick and sticky, even the cool of the thick castle walls not enough to cut it completely. They lay stretched out on their bed, an elaborately carved piece given to them my Winifred with no small amount of cheek – and no small amount of ribaldry from the castle inhabitants.
"So my kisses allow you to think, and lead to thoughts which make you laugh?" Chastaine shook his head and nipped at his shoulder.
Lyon rolled his eyes and tugged Chastaine's head up for another proper kiss. Too hot, too lazy, for anything more intense yet, but they had a couple of hours to themselves while it was simply too hot to do much of anything, and he was quite content to spend it exchanging lazy kisses and touches with his lover. "I remember, while you were off rescuing Lady Winifred…something Brice said led me eventually to the realization that for all we know about each other…"
He shook his head and took another kiss, mouth sliding over Chastaine's, fitted perfectly to it.
"You cannot end the sentence there," Chastaine said in amusement. He shifted, resting on his back and pulling Lyon to lie partly sprawled on top of him, hands smoothing down Lyon's backside.
"It occurred to me that with all I did know, the one thing I did not was where and how you…" He broke off into a low, muffled groan as Chastaine's fingers grew bold. "…slaked your lust."
Chastaine laughed and kissed him hard, sliding a thigh between Lyon's legs, pressing just so. "Such inappropriate thoughts, Sir Knight."
"Mayhap, but it is not my fingers doing inappropriate things," Lyon said, words spilling into another groan. He shifted slightly, granting better access, putting his mouth to that fine chest, tasting sweat and Chastaine.
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Date: 2007-08-08 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 11:24 am (UTC)-snort- Megan weakness #57? How many do you have? :D
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Date: 2007-08-08 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 10:01 pm (UTC)Psh. Hell if I know. I just thought it was funny to list it that way.
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Date: 2007-08-08 01:04 pm (UTC)And you know, in all the almost twenty years I've been in DC, I've only been mugged once. Knock on wood.
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Date: 2007-08-09 04:36 pm (UTC)consider this vital to a poor lil' white girl's survival-- i like to take walks when i can't sleep.
maderr-- even the drabbles kick ass and leave us wanting more.
i've missed most of the past 7 weeks due to fighting with internet companies (advice, anyone?), but i hope life is better.
peace.
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Date: 2007-08-09 04:46 pm (UTC)It happened about eight years ago, while I was walking home from the Takoma metro station. It was my own fault for being distracted late at night anyway.
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Date: 2007-08-08 01:05 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-08-13 02:38 am (UTC)At this point in my life, as long as there isn't anyone above me who will be mad at me because I let someone else slide on a deadline, and as long as the work isn't timely, I don't really worry about it. There are more important things to get stressed out about. =)
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Date: 2007-08-08 02:18 pm (UTC)http://avalon13.livejournal.com/53538.html
BUWAHAHAHAHA. You knoes you luffs me <3
*huggles you* I hope your day gets better. Anything I can do to cheer you up?
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Date: 2007-08-08 09:58 pm (UTC)*facepalm*
Oh, I'm good ^__^ But thank you. Dieter abuse muchly suffices for making me giggle. My poor, poor general.
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Date: 2007-08-08 02:26 pm (UTC)Yeah, the laptop for lunch hour would be cool, but you are right to be concerned. Plus, do you really want to be weighed down with more while riding the bus? Ideally, it would be cool is you had one of those tiny word processors and a memory stick and leave the word processor at work. Or, more ideally, having the use of a work computer during your lunch, and using a memory stick.
The drabble is wonderfully lovely. So nice to see the two of them loving and together. Thanks for the peek! ^____^
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Date: 2007-08-08 03:39 pm (UTC)Weakness number something: Hot naked sweaty guys rolling around in bed while talking in an Old-English-y language. ^^ I love how your men never seem to grow up. >.> Except for the Krian barbarian, but Av and Loki are already working on that.
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Date: 2007-08-08 07:08 pm (UTC)Wouldn't it be good if work had lunch time computers? They'd have to face into a corner though so nobody else could see the screen...
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Date: 2007-08-08 07:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-08 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-08-09 03:37 am (UTC)I hate wrogn number calls, why is it that they always happen at the worst time?
Did you get my e-mail about the box of chibis in my room (not to nag, just checking if you got it) or is there a better way to try and get them to you?
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Date: 2007-08-09 09:21 am (UTC)Got email, just keep forgetting to reply ^^;;; Will do so today (after I've had coffee, as right now I'm typing more or less with eyes closed)
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Date: 2007-08-09 05:58 am (UTC)And wtf people calling you in the middle of the night? *hugs*