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The damn ants are getting out of control. And the kitten is too. He knocked down one of my ceramics and broke it in half. He's now licking my nose. And he chewed through the wire for the cell phone charger which is a BAD thing. So we're trying (once again) to make my room liveable and Cat proof.

Wish us luck.

I personally hate Jeremy for making me think about writing for NaNoWriMo. I let him know that too. I have one novel to write. I don't need two.

I'm now a size twelve. Which is a good thing, apparently because it means I'm loosing weight. And the size twelves are starting to be a bit loose. I wish I knew what I was doing to make myself loose the weight. Oh well.

Going through stuff I found Lorac and Alec's first kiss. Their first kiss as in the first time I ever wrote or thought about them even kissing. When I first realized that Lorac was falling for Alec.



Lorac came into his apprentice's room where the youth lay sleeping after breaking a fever that had burned for over a week. the aprentice's palor was pale and pasty, but his breathing was even, if soft. The wizard sat down on the stool next to the bed watching Alec sleep.

He's so beautiful, Lorac thought, pale but beautiful. He ran a finger lightly down a cheek and then brushed some hair asided. And he's all mine.

Slowly, on impulse, Lorac bent down and gently kissed his apprentice on the mouth. Alec gave a sharp intake of air and the kiss strengthened until his eyes snapped open. Seeing who was leaning over him, the youth gave a gasp and broke away.

"Wha-"he asked. Lorac drew away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Lorac said.



And from that little bit everything fell into place. Strange isn't it?

Oh and trying to type when a kitten keeps on stepping on the keyboard is next to impossible.

Date: 2004-10-24 04:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elvea-aure.livejournal.com
Bad Freckles, bad!



(Oh yeah- OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH ♥ El Kiss)

Date: 2004-10-24 08:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ezri-tigan-dax.livejournal.com
Kippur hears a knock at her door. She calls "Come in", but no one answers. She goes to the door, and there is no one to be seen; but something is lying on her doormat. It is an envelope, small and thin, with her name carefully written on the cover. As she tears open the envelope, she sees an image printed on old-fashioned card paper.

Image

She opens the card, and thus says the interior:

Image

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