The Breach of Promise Affair - Completed
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Almost two years after it began, my WIP is finally finished. *happy dance* I posted the last chapter to AO3 yesterday.
If you prefer to read a WIP when it is complete, then Read On. :)
Starting today, I will post a daily link to each chapter, if anyone would prefer to read it in over time in shorter pieces.
It features my OC Faustina, but it’s also Illya-centric. (He does lose his shirt at one point.) And April is mentioned a few times and makes an appearance in the final chapter. So it ties in to our All about April theme.
Chapter 1
Early Summer 1966
Illya put on his tinted glasses, both to dampen the room’s opulence and to veil his stupefied reaction. From floor to ceiling, motifs from China, Japan, and India mingled with abandon. Gilded dragons ran riot about the space, shouldering the tables, undulating over the chairs, and pursuing each other across the papered walls. The décor was obtrusive, decadent, and audacious; yet, like the office’s occupant, it was surprisingly successful.
Harry Beldon tossed his coat onto a fretwork rack and took up a voluminous crimson choga edged in gold embroidery. As he slipped on the robe, he looked over his office like a maharajah surveying his state. “Well, Illya, what do you think of my changes?”
“They suit you.”
The images takes you to AO3.

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Date: 2019-04-04 02:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2019-04-04 03:53 pm (UTC)I'd like to read it from the beginning to get a better handle on the story as I've forgotten most of what I've read already. (dang short term memory issues!)
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Date: 2019-04-04 08:48 pm (UTC)I look forward to reading it from the beginning.
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Date: 2019-04-04 10:01 pm (UTC)The opening paragraph grabbed me, "From floor to ceiling, motifs from China, Japan, and India mingled with abandon. Gilded dragons ran riot about the space, shouldering the tables, undulating over the chairs, and pursuing each other across the papered walls. That described my home while growing up. (minus the audaciousness, decadence and obtrusiveness)
Since my mother has passed, I've inherited some of the dragons, statues, masks, geisha dolls, samurais, foo dogs etc. One of these years when I finally get my affordable housing apartment, I can unpack it all and I'll post a photo. I have a lot of Russian, Irish, Scottish chachkas too...and a few other countries are represented...I'm a regular United Nations. lol!
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