ext_20469 ([identity profile] armistice-day.livejournal.com) wrote in [personal profile] breakfastofchampions 2010-01-11 05:23 am (UTC)

That was nothing new; she had always thought of him as a knight with sad eyes.
So he is, Margot. So he is.

Oh, is there really ever an ordinary day, with Louis? Or is the emotionally extraordinary business as usual? ♥
Poor, lost little Louis. I'm sure he wonders will he always be eleven* - though he is already twelve.

*thinking of him, I was reminded of a favorite Franz Wright poem - one I think I've shared with you.

Haha, but now I want to talk about Margot and how much I love getting to know her and how very much I like her. Her inner monologue and her outer dialogues and all the ways who she is comes through to me in the actions and reactions of those around her. ♥

Of Lawrence and his extra compositions and his novice magics, I can only say ♥ ♥.
Lovely story, my dear! Thank you.

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