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Writer's block sucks D:
Jul. 14th, 2010 05:08 amDear ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xbeax, I am so freaking sorry that writer's block has made your birthday present far later that it should ever, ever be, but I wanted you to know that I *am* working on it...it just sort of happens in fits and starts. Anyway, have a snippet!
He shook himself from his self-pity and almost jumped when he saw a man standing at the open side of his stall, staring at him in a most unnerving way. Brendon swiped at his cheeks and stood up straighter. “Can I help you?” he asked, and was proud of how normal his voice came out.
“I think,” the man said, leaning closer, “it is I who can help you.”
Brendon fought the urge to take a wary step back. The man was very nicely dressed, with a jewelled broach at the ruffled cravat on his throat and a silver trimmed tricorne tucked under one arm. The buckles on his shoes still shone even in the dust and muck of the market streets. And yet, it would be getting dark soon, and there was something in the man’s glittering eyes and smiling lips that made Brendon uneasy. Still, he couldn’t really afford to pick and choose his customers.
“If you mean to purchase the rest of my stock, that would be very helpful indeed,” Brendon said gamely, with a winning smile. It was true that the trip was much easier, the lighter the burden.
The man’s smile didn’t waver, his eyes didn’t blink. Brendon resisted the urge to fidget. At length he said, “You know, there have been some fairly spectacularly shocking matches in the past—that little French mermaid wed a human, and Ashlee somehow made that Beauty and the Beast thing work for real, but no one’s ever got the prince to marry a miller’s son.”
Some inane part of Brendon’s brain wanted to correct, “Nephew,” but actually he couldn’t get his mouth to work much at all except to say, “Excuse me?”
“Oh, it’s alright,” the man said. “I have nothing against it personally, obviously.” Brendon, personally, thought there was nothing obvious about anything at the moment. “Anyway,” he continued, “you want to go to the ball, right?”
I think you can guess which of your prompts I picked :D
I'll try and finish it quickly!
ETA: Does anyone happen to have the new Eminem cd Recovery that they could give me? I'm going to buy it when it goes on sale at work, but I'm too poor right now to pay 17 bucks for a freakin' cd.
xbeax, I am so freaking sorry that writer's block has made your birthday present far later that it should ever, ever be, but I wanted you to know that I *am* working on it...it just sort of happens in fits and starts. Anyway, have a snippet!He shook himself from his self-pity and almost jumped when he saw a man standing at the open side of his stall, staring at him in a most unnerving way. Brendon swiped at his cheeks and stood up straighter. “Can I help you?” he asked, and was proud of how normal his voice came out.
“I think,” the man said, leaning closer, “it is I who can help you.”
Brendon fought the urge to take a wary step back. The man was very nicely dressed, with a jewelled broach at the ruffled cravat on his throat and a silver trimmed tricorne tucked under one arm. The buckles on his shoes still shone even in the dust and muck of the market streets. And yet, it would be getting dark soon, and there was something in the man’s glittering eyes and smiling lips that made Brendon uneasy. Still, he couldn’t really afford to pick and choose his customers.
“If you mean to purchase the rest of my stock, that would be very helpful indeed,” Brendon said gamely, with a winning smile. It was true that the trip was much easier, the lighter the burden.
The man’s smile didn’t waver, his eyes didn’t blink. Brendon resisted the urge to fidget. At length he said, “You know, there have been some fairly spectacularly shocking matches in the past—that little French mermaid wed a human, and Ashlee somehow made that Beauty and the Beast thing work for real, but no one’s ever got the prince to marry a miller’s son.”
Some inane part of Brendon’s brain wanted to correct, “Nephew,” but actually he couldn’t get his mouth to work much at all except to say, “Excuse me?”
“Oh, it’s alright,” the man said. “I have nothing against it personally, obviously.” Brendon, personally, thought there was nothing obvious about anything at the moment. “Anyway,” he continued, “you want to go to the ball, right?”
I think you can guess which of your prompts I picked :D
I'll try and finish it quickly!
ETA: Does anyone happen to have the new Eminem cd Recovery that they could give me? I'm going to buy it when it goes on sale at work, but I'm too poor right now to pay 17 bucks for a freakin' cd.
