*yawns*

[letterblade]

I should post something about my first day of work. I should post a listing of the clothes I bought. I should post a long rant about getting no sleep. I should post a congrats of McTabby for getting her tail on AIM.

But I'm brain-dead.

So instead I'll post a micro-cookie. It's from an as-yet-unposted part of Within These Pages. Just Lucius contemplating Wicked Thngs:

Lucius wondered if he could dare to be cruel to the boy--but the moment he imagined it, he knew the answer. Everyone flinches at the swish and smack of a crop--how would it be with Tom? Would the muscles in his shoulders tense, or would it not even leave his face, just that instinctive closing of eyes and tightening of jaw? The welts would burn like fire upon him, he was sure. It would be an honor to mark that flawless skin, to write with inky black leather the primal lines of agony and ecstasy on that warm, living parchment. And how much would it take to make sweat break out, to make him scream, to wring out that long, delicious groan that comes with the mere brush of a gloved hand across tormented flesh?

I must not get carried away.

Although he is strong as steel, and pain is a language he understands intimately.

Still. I must not get carried away.

Proper news tomorrow. *thud*

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