... and when I saw this one, I just had to say something. *g* Midnight. The witching hour. Traditionally the time for ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties. The halls of THOSD were cloaked in silence and shadow, broken only by the scattered silver moonbeams and the occasional strip of golden light from under the doors of insomniac Writers. It was a scene ripe with anticipation, reeking with Gothic atmosphere, the air heavy with foreboding…
"That’s quite enough, young lady." Sharp black talons dug into the Writer’s shoulder as Poe, Horror Muse of the old school, made his presence felt. "Description is all very well and good, but I’m getting the feeling you’re not taking this seriously."
Once Upon A Midnight Dreary THOSD/Muse fic, part of the Great Muse Swap idea, u nfinished.
There was, Yasmin decided, a definite advantage in not being around during the House's periodic dark phases. You got to stay alive and un-maimed, obviously, but you also got to appreciate the extremely peaceful times afterwards, as the Hou se did its best to makes amends for previous unpleasantness. This morning there was a definite air of serenity about the halls - the sun shone, the water in the showers was the exact right temperature, and the air carried the smell of fresh toast and a melodious contented hum. If you listened carefully, it translated as a version of James Brown's "I Feel Good".
Wandering Thoughts THOSD fic, unfinished, but close. ;)
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Being somewhat bored, I decided to skim through various past LJ entries...
Date: 2002-08-24 09:08 pm (UTC)Midnight. The witching hour. Traditionally the time for ghosties and ghoulies and long-legged beasties. The halls of THOSD were cloaked in silence and shadow, broken only by the scattered silver moonbeams and the occasional strip of golden light from under the doors of insomniac Writers. It was a scene ripe with anticipation, reeking with Gothic atmosphere, the air heavy with foreboding…
"That’s quite enough, young lady." Sharp black talons dug into the Writer’s shoulder as Poe, Horror Muse of the old school, made his presence felt. "Description is all very well and good, but I’m getting the feeling you’re not taking this seriously."
Once Upon A Midnight Dreary THOSD/Muse fic, part of the Great Muse Swap idea, u nfinished.
There was, Yasmin decided, a definite advantage in not being around during the House's periodic dark phases. You got to stay alive and un-maimed, obviously, but you also got to appreciate the extremely peaceful times afterwards, as the Hou se did its best to makes amends for previous unpleasantness. This morning there was a definite air of serenity about the halls - the sun shone, the water in the showers was the exact right temperature, and the air carried the smell of fresh toast and a melodious contented hum. If you listened carefully, it translated as a version of James Brown's "I Feel Good".
Wandering Thoughts THOSD fic, unfinished, but close. ;)
Finish? Some? Please? (I need Rossi-fic! ^_^)