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mellowcandle
mellowcandle
if I get what I want, will I want what I get?
D, for pretty much as long as I've known him, has been obsessed with getting his hands on some absinthe. When we were in Europe last year, he was determined to buy some, but then he saw the price tag.

He actually bought some in Florida this week for about half what he almost paid in London, and was reading this review and told me to come look. I... didn't really care, but looked anyway, because that's what you do when you're married, and he pointed this part out to me, because he thought I'd think it was funny, and, well, he knows me.

Upon tasting, I didn't expect as much anise as I got.

No one ever does, dude. No one ever does.

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11 pathetic excuses or justify your existence
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cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: February 27th, 2009 04:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
It's the "upon tasting" part that has me concerned.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: February 27th, 2009 04:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Why must you make everything dirty? I'm so scandalized right now.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: February 27th, 2009 04:53 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, I'm the one who makes everything dirty? *Points to all your Rex Morgan posts* Hypocritehypocritehypocrite.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: February 27th, 2009 04:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
Well, clearly, you've been a bad influence on me.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: February 27th, 2009 05:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh no, no way. You've been reading Rex Morgan through a gutter-colored lens since before you met me. If there's any influencing to be done here, it's the other way around.

When they parted he watched as she drew back, eyes heavy-lidded and face flushed and in a daze. Amidst the labored breathing that appeared in the inches between them like puffs of steam, the girl swallowed and touched her fingertips to her lips as she began to giggle.

"You taste like brandy."

Guy didn't know what she tasted like, but whatever it was, he didn't expect as much Anise as he got.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: February 27th, 2009 09:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
Dude, no. Stop putting stuff in my head and making me seriously consider it.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: February 27th, 2009 10:22 pm (UTC) (Link)
Putting things in people's head so they'll seriously consider it is like Writer's Magic Powder for me, nothing gets me going more:

The first time he touched her, it was to save her from falling down the side of a cliff.

The second time, he had been looking for someone to save him from his demons.

During their journey Northwards, Guy had come down with a severe fever after fjording an icy river. In the interest of time, the party ventured ahead to complete their task and left the swordsman in Anise's care. The girl volunteered both because she felt obligated to look after the man who saved her life, and because she preferred the warmth of the inn to camping in the cold outside.

She woke up one night stirred by the sound of a crash next door. Wrapping herself in a stole, she found him fallen out of bed and rolling on the floor. "Guy!"

"No... no... get away from her, Mary, run, Mary!!"

He was having a nightmare, a bad one. Anise had never seen her friend like this, wild and out of control. She was frightened, but he was in so much pain...

"Guy, please wake up!" Her friend had lost his mind to fever but not his strength, and when she tried to pull him away from the shards of broken pitcher littered on the floor she was thrown back against the wall, causing a picture frame to fall off. She began to panic.

"Guy!" She wrapped her arms around him with all her strength. Perhaps it was the calming effect of human contact, perhaps the swordsman had simply spent himself, but a short while later his thrashing subsided. Anise continued to hug Guy close, his heat and perspiration slicking through the fabric of her pajamas as both lay exhausted. Blinking away the tears in her eyes, Anise brushed her fingers through his hair, cooing and comforting the grown man as if she were the older of the two. "Shh... it's alright. It was just a dream."

As though hearing her voice, Guy's arms reached around her slender waist, closing almost painfully as he held on.

"Why... why did you have to die?"

That night, amidst the overturned furniture and the spilled pitcher, on the floorboards of an unfamiliar inn, Anise held Guy until he fell back into dreamless sleep, and Guy in return never let her go.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: February 28th, 2009 03:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Honestly and sincerely? I actually like this a lot, and not in a reading-through-my-fingers-and-feeling-dirty kind of way. Actually... yeah. This works. I almost wish it didn't, but it does. I mean that in the best way.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: February 28th, 2009 04:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
Cool, because I don't know enough about the game, or Anise, to write much more.

Let's see: Anise nurses Guy back to health, Guy's fear towards touching Anise disappears, when the party returns Anise feels happy because Guy still won't touch Tear or Natalia but is fine piggybacking her, (insert some game event and interpret Guy/Anise), (insert scene that moves rating from G to T). Yeah.

Hope I've inspired you, I mean that in the best way.
mellowcandle From: mellowcandle Date: February 28th, 2009 08:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Piggybacking! That would be awesome. But... she's 13! No higher rating stuff unless she's at least... 17? At least.

Inspired.... Hmm, that depends on the definition of inspired. I might go back to the one I was writing about Natalia having nightmares once I finish some porn.
cal_reflector From: cal_reflector Date: February 28th, 2009 10:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
She's 13!

Knowing Anise's personality, she may be actually 19 and lies about her age in order to cover up her utter underdevelopment, especially in the company of the likes of Tear and Natalia.
11 pathetic excuses or justify your existence