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I feel your pain. I'm sad because I didn't get an introduction like a French noblewoman. But Tess is fabulous, so it's okay ;)

I cannot believe I have never thought to knit a Gryffindor scarf... I'm doing a black and grey one at the moment and then I'm going to crochet some matching gloves. But not right now. Right now I'm having quality time with GLaDOS the potato.

There's your introduction ^o^ ( . . . Now where's mine, Des?)

It was like the main reason I started knitting xD Found a great pattern for it on Ravelry. But it takes frickin' forever! xD GLaDOS is more important, definitely.
 
There's your introduction ^o^ ( . . . Now where's mine, Des?)

With you, O StarryEyed One, prose itself cannot bear the weight of my apology. So I have stolen the words from another, because my own would come too late, once crafted, to comfort you in your justifiable anger.

'Every Day You Play': Pablo Neruda.

Every day you play with the light of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water.
You are more than this white head that I hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, every day, between my hands.

You are like nobody since I love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.

Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes.

The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky.

You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.

Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.

How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwind in turning fans.

My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.

I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.


It is indeed a strange sort of introduction, still less apology, but I hope it will serve.
 
*sobs* The purpose has been served, my fellow melancholic music soulmate. *gives hug of forgiveness*

^o^

Righty-ho, I'm getting off my laptop now. Going over to my friend's in the morning for Hannibal/knitting times. But since I don't normally fall asleep 'till like 4am I might come back on my tablet if it's charged ;]
 
<Hugs back.> Far more than I deserve, dear Ms. Starry-Eyed, but thank you. I must be up more or less with the lark tomorrow, so I too shall have to leave. It has been, as ever, a delight to converse with all of you.

Goodnight, ladies, goodnight sweet ladies. Goodnight. Goodnight.
 
flounces in, lands in a big armchair and sighs loudly and contentedly

Hi all! Happy Friday!

How is everyone doing this fine day?
 
*Shuffles in, pushing a tea trolley* Want a cup?

Apart from my voice still sounding like death, pretty good! Me and a friend caught up with Hannibal whilst knitting and eating cake. The window cleaners watched us. It was highly sexual.
 
His feet barely leave the floor as he seeks out his usual recliner, reaching beside it absently, retrieving his bottle of Davy Jones. Clear liquid studded with tiny bioluminescent jellyfish. Always as cold as the deep sea, a few swallows brings a welcome chill to his throat and chest. Almost as absently, he realizes he isn't alone in the lounge within a lounge. He gives a tip of his head and a scant grin.

"Hello."
 
Knitting, cake and Hannibal. That indeed sounds sexual. I'm doing Game of Thrones again. I forgot how bloody this show is. I really fancy some raspberry sauce over cake.

glances over at the recliner

Hello to you too. It's nice to meet you.

smiles
 
I'm rather excited for the new GoT season. Having read all the books in the off time after season 3 has only increased my anticipation.
 
Ms Serpentine, Ms Starry-Eyed - a very good evening to you again. You are each, as ever, looking more ravishing than the first star of night, and as unattainable.

Mr Brooding - how do you do? Jean, XVeme Duc des Esseintes at your service.

<Pours fingerful of Lagavulin, and stokes the fire.>

Are we all well?
 
Another polite nod in the gentleman's direction is followed by another pull from his bottle.

"As well as can be expected."
 
Me too. I've read the books, loved them. Four days to go!

I've only finished the first book because I'm borrowing them from a friend once she's done with each and she's just on the second now AAAHHHH. I initially refused to watch the show until I finished the books because it would ruin my head-canon, but then I gave in.

And evening Des, just as charming as ever ;D I'm feeling slightly less morose than yesterday. Very greedy, as my cinnamon cake is nearly finished (that CAN'T have just been my doing), and excitedish for my last day at work tomorrow =D Also in the mood for some serious writing, which is always good!
 
I've only finished the first book because I'm borrowing them from a friend once she's done with each and she's just on the second now AAAHHHH. I initially refused to watch the show until I finished the books because it would ruin my head-canon, but then I gave in.

And evening Des, just as charming as ever ;D I'm feeling slightly less morose than yesterday. Very greedy, as my cinnamon cake is nearly finished (that CAN'T have just been my doing), and excitedish for my last day at work tomorrow =D Also in the mood for some serious writing, which is always good!

Those are all utterly splendid things, Ms Starry Eyed - and I confess I had a second slice of your delicious cake whilst your back was turned. Does 'last day at work' imply fresh woods and pastures new, or are you taking a break from the Temple of Mammon altogether?

I am about ready to post my first story on Literotica, but it was written as a request for a lady and contains what I think is her real name and the real name of a friend of hers who doesn't know about her crush...so I shall have to a) ask permission and b) change the names. Have you written many?

Finally, and on topic for once - has anyone been watching Shetland? I think it's rather fine - about as brooding as BBC1 gets, which admittedly isn't much, but the setting is mesmerising.
 
rises from her chair and saunters to the bar, pouring a glass of pinot noir before returning to her chair, sitting back down and crossing her legs before taking a drink

I just love The Hound.
 
rises from her chair and saunters to the bar, pouring a glass of pinot noir before returning to her chair, sitting back down and crossing her legs before taking a drink

I just love The Hound.

Of The Baskervilles? Or am I hopelessly out of date again?
 
Whilst Baskerville was my first thought, makes more sense that you would be talking about Sandor Clegane from GoT (in which case I agree) ;D
 
Those are all utterly splendid things, Ms Starry Eyed - and I confess I had a second slice of your delicious cake whilst your back was turned. Does 'last day at work' imply fresh woods and pastures new, or are you taking a break from the Temple of Mammon altogether?

I am about ready to post my first story on Literotica, but it was written as a request for a lady and contains what I think is her real name and the real name of a friend of hers who doesn't know about her crush...so I shall have to a) ask permission and b) change the names. Have you written many?

Finally, and on topic for once - has anyone been watching Shetland? I think it's rather fine - about as brooding as BBC1 gets, which admittedly isn't much, but the setting is mesmerising.

I . . . confess I kind of got fired ('mutual dismission') a couple of weeks ago, so while I hated every second and will be glad to get the fuck out, I'm back in the not-so-desirable world of unemployment. But my friend quit this week too, so we just plan to drink our sorrows away.

Ooooh you must tell us when you do post! I haven't written any for Lit yet, though I've started about six. I'm sort of doing Camp NaNoWriMo this month, so ideally I'm trying to write a novella, or just a series of short stories as that's all my short attention span allows for xP

As for Shetland, I did watch some of this season (haven't watched the first. I know, missed all two episodes), looks pretty good! Reminds me a bit of Broadchurch.
 
smiles upon hearing Raven

I haven't read any Holmes tales in a long time, but I love them too.

You're all putting me in the mood for books again!
 
I got the complete Holmes collection for Christmas because it's my favourite and it's red and gold and really pretty and I just stroke it every now and then. It makes me feel good. <3
 
smiles upon hearing Raven

I haven't read any Holmes tales in a long time, but I love them too.

You're all putting me in the mood for books again!

If your going to read something by that author might I recommend something from before he was a Sir?
 
I got the complete Holmes collection for Christmas because it's my favourite and it's red and gold and really pretty and I just stroke it every now and then. It makes me feel good. <3

I loved Holmes as a kid and still do. I have a book covering the work much like yours... Except older... And in less good shape I'm sure
 
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