No, I haven't forgotten Rene

[rispacooper]

How could I ever? It's just...it's been a while since I got all fandom-obsessed and I thought I was beyond that now...only to find myself blindsided by Without a Trace luv. (motherfucker...obsessions always cost me...time...money...sleep...) There were fluffbunnies and now there are angstbunnies and pornbunnies and (motherfucker) I really don't have time for this right now.

I know what it is, it's my brain trying to distract me from the end of Ideas of Sin. It's classic diversionary behavior.

Hmmm. Mmph. You know, it doesn't help that they have cute them-as-teenagers-in-a-boarding-school-AU fics. Because those are my secret weakness. Lord knows why. If Harry Potter had semi-private rooms instead of wings, I'd probably be reading/writing that fandom right now. (Speaking of which, do people ever write like secretly shy/insecure Draco? Cuz I'd *heart* that). Something about taking characters back in time and making them all teenagery and bumbling and *precious* and... (It's repressed high school fantasies or something. Has to be. Even though I did not attend a boarding school.) So Lex Luthor/Bruce Wayne. Or Lex/Clark extreme AU. Or...or...

Yes. *ahem* Yes. I will focus now. Matter at hand. Life and death. Blood. NeNe on his knees. Right-o.

But....

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[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

Life and death. Blood. NeNe on his knees.

You cannot write a sentence like that and follow it with a "But..." and not have me weeping with frustration.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I really am, I don't just say that. If I could cut the story out of my brain and give it to you I would. It would actually be less painful than writing it.

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

I know you are. It's hard to explain to people who don't write, but sometimes I read material I've written and I start crying. It's not necessary what it says per se, but what it says to me.

::Pets::

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

“You have a new guest,” he remarked to see the startled jerk of shoulders, the frown of confusion as the Marquis studied the newcomer’s lean and tanned form. That more than the carefully graceful, rolling walk should have told the Marquis he faced a man who knew the sea. But doubtless the man had no knowledge of anything beyond his home, and would see only the many hues of light-coloured hair and the eyes that tended to green. They spoke of England, those eyes, and Etienne lifted his chin as they rose to find his, even in the glass.

It was not the first gaze to challenge him, and Etienne did not bother to answer it, regarding the man without even a smile, not turning to face him.

“You let anyone attend your parties, I see.” He spoke to the side, watching annoyance flicker across the man’s face before it was hidden away. Only then he did let his lips curve into something colder than a smile. He ignored the Marquis, as did the newcomer, but unlike the Englishman, he could guess at the Marquis’ reaction to his smoothly-voiced criticism. The man had, after all, allowed an unknown peasant to enter his home.

“It is time I was leaving,” Etienne added with a sideways glance, watching the Marquis’ chin wobble as he fought to control his tongue. It was very likely his servants would be beaten in the morning for their carelessness, feeling all of the Marquis’ dismay at such a false step in front of so infamous a guest. If Etienne had mentioned that it was probable that the peasant before them had not in fact, entered through the front door—or any door at all—it would not have made any difference.

Nonetheless, he pulled delicately at the lace on his cuffs one last time before turning to face the intruder, raising his nose as though the air around them were rancid. The heavy perfume the Marquis had chosen nearly made it true.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

sort of something i've been tapping on for a while
not part of IOS, per se

just...interesting...

maybe i'll finish in time for a sort of xmas prezzie

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

You know what I *love* about your writing? This is a perfect example. The meeting of eyes in the mirror. The refusal to acknowledge each other. Etienne in only one sentence stabbing James in the back, oh you bitch (Etienne I mean). The in-your-face insult (and SOOOOOO French) with Etienne dissing the Marquis for letting riff-raff pollute Etienne's air space by announcing he was leaving.

There are six different MAJOR things going on in these few paragraphs. The servants getting beaten... La, child. I could go on.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

I really do love Etienne. He's such an ass that I can't wait when someone else feels the need to make him their bitch.

And a good pet he is too.

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

And a good pet he is too.

Yeah, that I really want to read.