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vignettes [28 Mar 2006|08:21pm]
Several lotruni ficlets/vignettes, written by request over the past two years. Some canon, some a bit spoilery, some from the sin, au, and future paris -verses, collected here now, and I'll be eta'ing over time as I find others, I'm sure—Laura

“Losing my religion,” Billy muses, staring at the track listing on one of the many Cds Dominic sits organizing. “What’s that mean?”

“It’s American,” Dominic explains. “Southern, I think. Means losing your temper.”

Billy nods. “So what do you say when you have nothing to lose? If you’ve not got a religion. If you don’t, you know, believe.”

“You must believe in something, Billy,” Dominic smiles. “You teach philosophy.”

Billy ponders this for a moment. “I believe in us. D’you think that’s enough?”

Dominic reaches and brings Billy down to the floor beside him. “It’s always been enough for me.”

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questions and answers [19 Jun 2005|04:14pm]
[ mood | curious ]

A few months ago, questions were posed to me in another forum, and I answered them to the best of my blithering ability. I place those questions and answers here now more for my future edification and, let’s be honest, to remind myself that one doesn’t really need a thousand words to answer everything.

Just most things.

So, here we go. On the subjects of fellatio, what I’d do for Dominic, satisfying sexual experiences regardless of one’s personal identification and preference, my relationship with Lena, an unfortunate evening of my life, Dominic beingthe sun and the moon and the stars and all that lies between, and why I ended study sessions at my house. In the interest of privacy, I’ve removed the names of those asking the questions, with the exception of my esteemed colleague Professor Blanchett and mo chiontach gu firrineach.

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[16 May 2005|03:04pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Because mirandrawn asked so nicely. Something called a meme.

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ooc: updated bio [17 Mar 2005|10:42pm]
[ mood | curious ]

A Biography of (A Few More) Basics.Collapse )

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no particular place to go [16 Feb 2005|01:44pm]
[ mood | nervous ]

from a draft of a letter to Margaret, scrawled under a tree before the thunder came; 16/2/05

I've thought about what you said—about leaving Baskerville. There's nothing left, is there? Once he's graduated, there's nothing left and no reason to stay. And I think I've decided, Mags. Going half time somewhere, anywhere, and just writing. Been forever since I wanted that. It had been forever since I got what I wanted, and now that it's happened in one area, it follows logically I'd want the rest, yeah? That I'd want everything else I planned before? I found something today, Mags, here. From the writer Carole Maso:

Words are the ginger candies my dying friends have sucked on. Or the salve of water. Precious words, contoured by silence. Informed by the presence of the end. Words are the crow's feet embedded in the skin of the father I love. Words are like that to me, still. ... Words are the lines vibrating in the forest or in the painting. Pressure that enter us—bisect us, disorder us, unite us, free us, help us, hurt us, cause anxiety, pleasure, pain.

Words are the footprints as they turn away in the snow.

There is no substitute for the language I love.

That's fucking brilliant. I'll spare you the things I'd add to that, but you should know that if you had time to hear—and soon, right? We have to see one another soon, so I can hold your hands and tell you, really tell you how this happened and why I'm slightly less of a miserable fuck than the brother you saw eight months ago—if you had time to hear, I could go for hours and what he's brought me. If I've returned half of it than I die happy, understand? After everything, I die happy.

Rain's coming, Mags. I'll finish this off tonight and send it before I change my mind.

You were right, you know. You always fucking are, aren't you? Love to Petra. Love to Davidicus and that rat bastard of pool shot you're married to. Love to you.

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a letter not yet sent [08 Oct 2004|10:30pm]
DRAFT [to be discussed with D. Monaghan (German/Philosophy) next advising appt.]

Mr. and Mrs. Austin Monaghan
1321 Riverside Crescent
Manchester E25 6R1

Dear Mr. and Mrs. Monaghan:

As you are undoubtedly aware, your son Dominic will in three months time graduate from the University of Sydenhurst with a double concentration in German and Philosophy. It is my privilege as Dominic's advisor to inform you that he will graduate with Honours in German, and receive special mention in the commencement programme.

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ooc: a biography [30 Aug 2004|12:39pm]
[ mood | curious ]

A Biography of Basics.Collapse )

more from the school of ripping off bandages [24 Aug 2004|01:31pm]
[ mood | guilty ]

Note found in coat pocket, copied from an email list on which one lurks

If two worlds can realign
their axes and become one world
with all that's true in each; if two
bodies can have in common one
space, moment and velocity;
four eyes can share one point of view:
there's hope that you and I once shared
one world, one life, one vision, still
existing, waiting to be taken up
again, for one of us to speak
the word. That as each was and thought
we each one saw and were, in truth,
together. But to speak that word,
to force the crisis, might reveal
the intersection of our lives
as empty, null. Catastrophe:
if, worse, the attempt to reconcile
our selves made each implode. If we
were anti-worlds, as may be true --
you know what I do not, don't know
what I know well -- there must remain
that boundary that divides us. And
we remain still separate, without
hope of union, and alone.

--Janice Miller

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inspiration. and such. [18 Aug 2004|05:07pm]
[ mood | pensive ]

Like a ghost don't need a key
Your best friend I've come to be
Please don't think of getting up for me
You don't even need to speak
When I've been here for just one day
You'll already miss me if I go away
So close the blinds and shut the door
You won't need other friends anymore

Oh don't leave home, oh don't leave home

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Dizzy with thoughts.

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caveat lector? [08 Aug 2004|05:19pm]
[ mood | amused ]

Journal reserved for possible/eventual/whatever use when/if needed for inclineoftrees.

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