Aug. 18th, 2012

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“And as he soberly and thoughtfully puffed at his old pipe, and as the Dutch clock ticked, and as the red fire gleamed, and as the Cricket chirped; that Genius of his Hearth and Home (for such the Cricket was) came out, in fairy shape, into the room, and summoned many forms of Home about him.”  

~ The Cricket on the Hearth by Charles Dickens.



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“And as he soberly and thoughtfully puffed at his old pipe, and as the Dutch clock ticked, and as the red fire gleamed, and as the Cricket chirped; that Genius of his Hearth and Home (for such the Cricket was) came out, in fairy shape, into the room, and summoned many forms of Home about him.”  

~ The Cricket on the Hearth by Charles Dickens.



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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com

Illya was growing impatient and, in a motion intended to convey his dissatisfaction with the exchange between Napoleon and whoever this woman was, he thrust his hand into his trousers pocket and produced the key.  The key was the reason they had all come to Grand Central, and now the locker required their attention.

“Do you think we might get on with it, or do you two intend to stand here all afternoon staring at each other?”

The abruptness of Illya’s comment made Napoleon smile, something mirrored in the woman’s expression as well.  They understood each other, and it was both satisfying and unsettling to the American.  He wasn’t supposed to be this attracted to the opposition, and he was definitely attracted to this one.

“Hold your horses, Illya.  Oh, pardon the racetrack humor.  But really, this is a big moment; we might as well savor every second.”

Miranda gave Napoleon a sidelong glance as she pushed back her hair. 

‘Too blonde…’ thought Illya.  What Napoleon saw in her was a mystery to the young Russian.  He preferred his women to be…ummm… trustworthy.  An admirable quality.


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[identity profile] glennagirl.livejournal.com

Illya was growing impatient and, in a motion intended to convey his dissatisfaction with the exchange between Napoleon and whoever this woman was, he thrust his hand into his trousers pocket and produced the key.  The key was the reason they had all come to Grand Central, and now the locker required their attention.

“Do you think we might get on with it, or do you two intend to stand here all afternoon staring at each other?”

The abruptness of Illya’s comment made Napoleon smile, something mirrored in the woman’s expression as well.  They understood each other, and it was both satisfying and unsettling to the American.  He wasn’t supposed to be this attracted to the opposition, and he was definitely attracted to this one.

“Hold your horses, Illya.  Oh, pardon the racetrack humor.  But really, this is a big moment; we might as well savor every second.”

Miranda gave Napoleon a sidelong glance as she pushed back her hair.

‘Too blonde…’ thought Illya.  What Napoleon saw in her was a mystery to the young Russian.  He preferred his women to be…ummm… trustworthy.  An admirable quality.


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[identity profile] carabele.livejournal.com
Getting in just under the wire here. This story for the challenge will be posted in 4 pieces due to LJ posting length restrictions. A link to the next piece appears at the end of each post.


Name: THE CINDERFELLA AFFAIR
Genre: GEN
Warnings: ADULT SITUATIONS
Length: approx 33,600 words

Author’s Note: This story was created for the HODOWE: International Left-handers Day Challenge and focuses on the concept of “left-handedness” related to a morganatic marriage.

The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.
~~~ Michel de Montaigne




Prologue and Act I under the cut )
[identity profile] carabele.livejournal.com
Getting in just under the wire here. This story for the challenge will be posted in 4 pieces due to LJ posting length restrictions. A link to the next piece appears at the end of each post.
~~~~~~~~~~~~

Name: THE CINDERFELLA AFFAIR
Genre: GEN
Warnings: ADULT SITUATIONS
Length: approx 33,600 words

Author’s Note: This story was created for the HODOWE: International Left-handers Day Challenge and focuses on the concept of “left-handedness” related to a morganatic marriage.

The dream is his real life; the world around him is the dream.
~~~ Michel de Montaigne




Prologue and Act I under the cut )

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