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"It's not goodbye, Mom," Amanda mumbles in the middle of her mother's embrace, her face pressed into her mother's shoulder. "I promise, they have screens on Vulcan."

"It's not the same as having you here." Her mother's voice has a waver in it, one that promises plenty of tears within the next five minutes. "Promise you'll visit."

"As often as I can."

-

Amanda settles in close to Sarek, who is gracing the ceiling of her bedroom with the barest curve of a smile, and hooks a leg around one of his. "I think congratulations are in order."

He glances up at her, his sharp brows drawing just slightly together. She's seen the expression before--it's amazing, really, how he regained all the tension of his jaw in miliseconds flat when she spoke just then. For those brief moments, he'd looked more relaxed than she'd ever seen him, enough so that she nearly regrets saying anything. At least until he replies, his voice warm, she does. "Do you think so?"

"I knew you were smart, but I didn't realize you learned that quickly," she tells him, unable to keep from grinning as she speaks. It's mostly endorphins, she knows, but the company she's keeping has to be part of it, too. "There's an entire genre of manuals devoted to having sex with humans. Plenty of our men haven't yet mastered it."

Sarek gives her a surprised look, which she supposes she should have expected. Sometimes her jokes fall completely flat. But that can't quite be it, because she's tempted to call his expression sly when he raises one of his eyebrows. "I will accept that praise only if I can return it."

"Oh?" Her smile grows wider.

Sarek tips his head in close, until his lips are brushing her temple. "Vulcans have those books, too."
witticaster: A painting that serves as representation for one of my characters. (sukey poe)
On days when he could think of few things less appealing than going home to be needled by his older brothers, Will was taken with visiting the menagerie. Near the lake's shore on the castle grounds stood a row of ornate cages holding magical creatures, the likes of which he'd never seen elsewhere.

Will sometimes bought a carrot for the centaur, but on that particular afternoon, he hadn't a penny to pay. He smiled, a bit sadly, at the creature as it cantered up to the gate, and shook his head. "Next time."

The centaur stared blankly at him for a moment, pawing the ground, then dashed off again when it became clear that no carrot would appear. Will watched it cavorting down towards the rocky bank of the lake before he continued on towards the other animals.

He walked past the gryphon in its golden cage, lost in the unsettling thought that he was to be sent to a boarding school in a matter of days. So distracted was he that as he approached the phoenix, stretching its wings experimentally on a tree branch, Will walked directly into someone else.

"Oh, I'm sorry," he began, his voice dying away on the last syllable as he realized who he had nearly knocked to the ground. "Your--your Highness, I didn't mean to--"

The heir apparent of Frell, Prince Tenzing Tharkay (someday to be King Tenzing Tharkay I), rolled his eyes and raised a hand to silence Will. "I'm quite sure you didn't. Don't trouble yourself."

"All right," Will agreed. The concern melted from his thoughts like snow in the spring, and he smiled at the prince. When the prince didn't smile back, Will turned his attention toward the phoenix before them. "It's a beautiful bird."

"Yes," agreed Prince Tharkay, his voice growing warmer. "I am quite fond of birds."

0235

Jul. 2nd, 2010 11:57 pm
witticaster: A painting that serves as representation for one of my characters. (sukey poe)
Will and emails from work. DERP.

derp derp derp )

0234

Jul. 2nd, 2010 08:58 pm
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This is so much fun. ;-;

hogwarts au )

0223

Jun. 21st, 2010 01:10 pm
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I think I managed to include what is becoming the Woolfverse go-to Foreign Phrase. I am amused that it has one in the first place. This is sometime in the mid-90s, when they've just moved in together.

no, it's not 'my hovercraft is full of eels )

0141

Mar. 7th, 2010 04:04 pm
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This one is from That First Weekend When John Is Away, and I am still terribly uncertain about writing Tharkay's POV, but I can't pretend I don't like this one. I know I'd meant to write something else last night, but when I came back from the meat shop, I couldn't remember what it was to be.

an independent air )

095

Sep. 27th, 2009 08:09 pm
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[livejournal.com profile] minviendha did it, and I wanted to, too, but it feels horrendously self-centered (WHICH IS NOT TO SAY LISE IS OR ANYTHING just that I am easily embarrassed), so I figured it belonged over here in self-centered-writing-land. XD

Answer the following questions about the fic you have written.

fic meme )

039

Oct. 21st, 2008 10:51 pm
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Poe Family Adventures, little bit of story number 2! Not nearly so many notes as the last one, because I don't feel the need to restate. >> I'm still not entirely sure about posting these, but I'm assured by Pelly that it'll make them easier to find in general, and that much is true, so. ^^;;;

In this episode: the Poe family doesn't need a pet cat, because one of their kids already creeps around like one.

in which Susan has a scrape )

038

Oct. 21st, 2008 10:25 pm
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These don't have particular titles yet, but the series as a whole has been christened The Poe Family Adventures.

The premise is that Edgar Allan Poe and his wife, Virginia, didn't die traaaaagic deaths. Instead, they had three children (Maria Constance Poe, Susan Virginia Poe, and Edgar Clemm Poe) and proceeded to have little misadventures. In other words, it's 19th century literary figure AU RPF.

I am vaguely nervous about posting them because they're exceedingly rough and historical accuracy of any sort has been thrown out the window in favour of pleasing my own self. And there are people IRL who, if I showed them these, would spend the next hour telling me everything impossibly inaccurate about them, and then I would proceed to hit them. And cry. So while I welcome concrit and general responses as always, I ask that you bear in mind why exactly these stories exist when typing it out. ♥

Which is all very blah blah blah (I'm horrifically long-winded, I knooooow) and basically means: Look at these silly little stories I wrote! :DDD!

in which the elder Edgar has a hangover )