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[maderr]

Dear Self,

Good job losing that wallet. Because you fucked up your finances, now you'll have to pay $400.00 intsead of 230.00 for that ticket home. Good job, fuckwit!

Fucking hate you,
Me

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[(Anonymous)]

hey perk up old chap, check out some lolcats or watch some Monty Python, good dose of comedy always helps remind me of the fun in life ^-^ (then again, I'm the kid who laughs their head of all through chemistry...seriously, if all else fails, just imagine that whatever you're doing is a spectator sport - yes, I cheerlead for my experiments (COME ON DATALOGGER!! WHOOO YOU CAN DO IT - DOWN pH DOWN! ) - this is the reason why my practical results are always super accurate and why I am somewhat feared ^-^ And yes I get my kicks out of being as geeky as I possibly can be ^-^

[gossymer.livejournal.com]

OMG, that just fucking sucks

*hugs*

[koneikaa66.livejournal.com]

Are we very-distant cousins? Because you've got the kind of luck we have in our family with finances and money... I understand your anger at yourself and won't say "don't be angry at yourself" : that would be hypocritical cause I'd be (and have been) quite mad at myself for such s*** "luck"... Anyway just try to spend/use your anger (can be quite effective at work if use wisely...) and go on... (can't go back, just forward, so...).
Think "VACATION" (always help my spirit going up).
Take care and here a take-away big squeezy *hug* for you.
Hugging-maniac me.

[raielchan.livejournal.com]

I'll share my pie with you.

[mordred-risika.livejournal.com]

The timing was really bad, but it could have been worse. I just found out today that seone has been using my credit card, so now I get to deal with that! So I understand what you're going through! ^_^ But the good news is you still get to visit your home! Family really can help!

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Oh, ouch. I really hope you get it all sorted it out and don't have to foot the bill for someone else's crap. That's always been my one paranoia about losing stuff. Good luck, my dear!

[nikerymis.livejournal.com]

... that's a lot of chickens.

Sure I can't write you a drabble? ^___^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

*laugh*

You are making it hard to be good and say no, caues you have written way more drabbles for me than I have for you, m'dear.

[nikerymis.livejournal.com]

Heh, no fun in being good. ^___^

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Lol. This is true. I was good all day at work and all it did was piss me off more. Let's go Prince and his silly silly gentleman.

[nikerymis.livejournal.com]

good choice! ^___^ Anything in particular?

[maderr.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. Maybe just them somewhere on their own? It would be neat to see how they act now that they're not bickering or avoiding or nothiding in closets.

[nikerymis.livejournal.com]

hmmm, not sure I'm utterly pleased with this, but it'll do. ^__^ Maybe I'll try again later. ♥

... in two parts. -__-;;

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Daniel slipped into the library, casually glancing around the room. It didn’t take more than a look to find Vincent, settled in one of the fireside armchairs with a book perched in his lap.

Vincent was dressed neatly, immaculate as ever, and Daniel smiled faintly as he crossed the room. Vincent didn’t look up as he approached, lost in the pages before him. Daniel was aware of the looks they got – he knew how quickly gossip traveled the palace, and also that despite having been left alone at Taliesin’s celebration, that he and Vincent were on speaking terms again hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Lucas’s early morning visit had only confirmed that (because Daniel wasn’t stupid – Lucas was never up and about before noon).

Sitting down in the chair next to Vincent, Daniel leaned over to study the book, laughing softly when he recognized it. Vincent looked up distractedly, smiling faintly.

“Haven’t you read that one before?” Daniel asked, shifting in his seat so that he was as close to Vincent as he could be without climbing into his chair.

“I like it,” Vincent defended mildly, closing the book. “There is a reason Calizar was labeled a poetry master.”

“By some,” Daniel teased, surprised again at how easy it was to fall into their old habits. “I would be more inclined to call his attempts at poetry catastrophic.”

Vincent lifted his chin haughtily, his fingers curling around the edges of the book. “Obviously you lack the ability to appreciate fine work when you see it.”

Daniel laughed, reaching out and stealing one of Vincent’s hands for himself. Vincent smiled sweetly, his eyes bright with happiness.

“I think I do alright,” Daniel said after a minute, lifting Vincent’s hand and kissing the back of his fingers. Vincent’s cheeks went a bit pink, and Daniel grinned, standing up but not relinquishing his hold on Vincent’s hand.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to dinner,” Daniel offered, even as he wished he could skip again. His mother would frown at him when she next saw him, though, and Lucas would never let him hear the end of it if he missed dinner for the fifth night in a row. As though it was his fault he kept getting distracted by Vincent and losing track of the time.

Vincent followed his lead, setting the book of poems on the table next to his chair. He straightened out his jacket with his free hand despite how immaculate it was, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles before allowing Daniel to lead him from the library.

[nikerymis.livejournal.com]

“Did your meeting go well?” Vincent asked slowly, hesitantly, as they entered the hallway. Daniel shrugged, frowning a little.

“I’m not sure,” Daniel said slowly, frowning. “Cadavish didn’t bend at all, but Lady Jacobson only had two fits of hysterics.”

“Only two?” Vincent asked, looking solemn. “Is she ill?”

Daniel laughed, shaking his head. “She was distracted by fussing over her son. He’s nearly my age and she treats him like he’s still in his teens.”

“Ah, the young Jacobson,” Vincent said thoughtfully, a smile playing at his lips. “He is not as devoted to his mother as he appears to be.”

“Oh?” Daniel asked, a little amused. “And you would know this how?”

“He helped his sister elope,” Vincent replied, his smile widening. “With the man she loved, rather than the man her mother picked out for her.”

“Really.” Daniel laughed, stopping and tugging Vincent back to face him. “And how do you know this?”

Vincent shrugged, looking pleased with himself. Daniel couldn’t help but laugh again, shaking his head ruefully. Likely Vincent had been involved himself – Vin was nothing if not a hopeless romantic, so it wouldn’t have taken much to convince him.

“We’re going to be late, Daniel,” Vincent pointed out, making no move to continue walking towards the dining hall. And this was the problem – even when they were on their way, Daniel was invariably distracted by Vincent’s presence and made them late, at which point they decided that it was better to not show up rather than to show up late.

“We can go to dinner tomorrow night,” Daniel decided, encroaching on Vincent’s personal space. Vincent laughed, but didn’t protest, and he melted into Daniel’s kiss readily enough.

And really, it wasn’t like they needed to show up together to confirm the rumors, and Daniel already got his fair share of teasing from his siblings (even Taliesin, but especially Lucas and Nicholas). So dinners at court could wait. Daniel had more important things to do.

[maderr.livejournal.com]

They're so cute ^___^ Daniel gains like +20 sap whenever he is near Vincent. that was sweet, Nikery. Thank you for writing it. They are so much with the love, and I go to bed with happy thoughts.