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burnadette_dpdl) wrote2014-01-13 09:04 pm
burnadette_dpdl) wrote2014-01-13 09:04 pm
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ALL THE FEELS
(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
Truly, this explosion on VC_M is making me so happy, I am cry. I just can't keep up with it... it's like a hurricane of fandom love.
But I can't comment during the workday, and here it is, I'm free, and I am creatively a little stifled by the joy... does that even make sense?! No. Not at all. Siiiigh.
Partly also tho, today was a rough day at work. Everything was going well until around 2pm, and then there was an avalanche of crap to deal with, and I would also point out that none of it was my fault. Not that it would be. Of course not.
The roughness of the day + watching as the CAPSFRI post grew more and MOAR talkative (I get notifications on my phone), but restrained from responding... exquisite torture... it all combined to produce a tiny kernel of creativity. I wished I could, like Brian Callahan, have an insider perspective on what our beloved L/L were doing at that very moment... at 2:47 pm on a Monday afternoon it wouldn't be too exciting of course, something like this... It's too short to even be a drabble!! I can't resist sharing it with you...
Truly, this explosion on VC_M is making me so happy, I am cry. I just can't keep up with it... it's like a hurricane of fandom love.
But I can't comment during the workday, and here it is, I'm free, and I am creatively a little stifled by the joy... does that even make sense?! No. Not at all. Siiiigh.
Partly also tho, today was a rough day at work. Everything was going well until around 2pm, and then there was an avalanche of crap to deal with, and I would also point out that none of it was my fault. Not that it would be. Of course not.
The roughness of the day + watching as the CAPSFRI post grew more and MOAR talkative (I get notifications on my phone), but restrained from responding... exquisite torture... it all combined to produce a tiny kernel of creativity. I wished I could, like Brian Callahan, have an insider perspective on what our beloved L/L were doing at that very moment... at 2:47 pm on a Monday afternoon it wouldn't be too exciting of course, something like this... It's too short to even be a drabble!! I can't resist sharing it with you...
They would be dreaming peacefully within Lestat's coffin, melded together as artfully as two lovers in a marble sculpture. Lestat, supine, Louis tucked comfortably against his side, wearing a tissue-thin long-sleeved cotton shirt, an arm slung across Lestat's bare chest. Louis' head fits perfectly into the small space under Lestat's jawline, cheek softly pressing against the muscle just above Lestat's bare collarbone. The serenity in the darkness is impenetrable except by the occasional muffled yip and growl of Mojo outside, as he watches the birds flitter about the fountain in the courtyard in the afternoon sunlight, or the scratching of his paws against the wood of the coffin, whining low, finishing with a disgruntled snort.