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William looked at the rather handsome boy and seemed to scowl a bit this was the second time this week that some one had shown up on his pouch that he didn't know. It was not that he hated visitors by any stretch he just preferred to know who they were before they arrived on his porch steps. William cleared his voice, "Hello. Who are you and what brings you to stand on my porch?"
the-contractee:
Rule 1: Post the rules
Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger asked you, then make 11 new ones
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post
Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them
the-contractee’s Questions:
1 - Do you have any pets?
Sadly no. Though I do have a long list of potential pet names, for when I actually have one.
2 - What’s your biggest dream?
3 - What was a silly secret you kept as a child?
When I was in primary school, on Thursdays I would detour to the grocer's near the school for ice-cream before heading home.
4 - What was the happiest time of your life?
Hm, I can't recall but I'm tempted to think my teen years. Those drowsy, hopeful days of keeping to a rigid school timetable, and of Friday choir practices and playing hopscotch, when everything was rosy and bright and seemed to last forever.
5 - Were you in a fandom before the one you’re in now? Do you miss it?
'Ones'. I used to be very enthused over Criminal Minds but it has since become a dormant fandom. I don't miss it much since I have other fandoms to direct my present attention to and busy myself with.
6 - Current favourite character?
I would say...Henry Winter from the novel The Secret History.
7 - Why?
From the book: “The larger of the two - and he was quite large, well over six feet - was dark-haired, with a square jaw and course, pale skin. He might have been handsome had his features been less set, or his eyes, behind the glasses, less expressionless and blank. He wore dark English suits and carried an umbrella (a bizarre sight in Hampden) and he walked stiffly through the throngs of hippies and beatniks and preppies and punks with the self-conscious formality of an old ballerina, suprisingly in one so large as he.”
The polyglot, an intelligent and unruffled Classics student with a pragmatic morality framework verging on the clinical. Excluding the final bit, last year he represented everything I could ever dream of becoming.
Consummatum est.
8 - Do you have a favourite colour?
Yes I do. It's all over this blog in hints, a most regal colour.
9 - What’s your biggest accomplishment?
Getting through A Level Mathematics without failing. I thought I would, my math skills were that abysmal then. I was surprised by the results.
10 - Do you get lonely?
At times when I over-think, but rarely. I see myself as introverted, and I've a few close friends.
11- One event that changed your life? [Apart from joining tumblr ;)]
(No you took the answer away from me.) Taking Introduction to Literary Studies last year, the first literature class I ever took in my entire education. There I found my permanent obsession-cum-academic soulmate. I quote Humbert from Lolita -- "It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight."
Questions:
1 - What/who inspires you most, and why?
2 - Name one thing you have in common with your muse.
3 - Where would you like to live eventually?
4 - Do you have a favourite kind of biscuit?
5 - Favourite character and why.
6 - What fandoms are you in?
7 - Day or night?
8 - What do you think about often?
9 - A turning point in your life?
10 - Name one song which describes you most perfectly at this moment.
11 - Do you like your handwriting?
Once again, Requiem stared at the new stranger that appeared before him in his throne room. No.. this one still did not look like any of his dolls, though they were covered head to toe in darker shades of blue, almost.
"Greeting, sir.. may I ask what business you have here in my castle?.. Did you, by chance, come alone?" The robot's usual monotone was quiet, his dull eyes adding to his expressionless appearance.
♛-- Old World History class was in progress but the Violet prefect was nowhere to be seen.
He had hidden himself in one of the obscure nooks in the upper floors of the school building -- there was a bench by a tall window and he had gone to sit there. Mind you, it was not as much a secret location as it was the case that hardly anyone bothered to roam so elaborately as he did, and as a result he seemed be more proficient at putting himself out of sight whenever he chose. After all, the student was sure Mr Sanders would not miss him too badly. Said professor of that class was a wizened, disordered-looking fellow who hardly noticed any of his students and who, Gregory supposed, would not take much notice of a shadow.
The bell on the clock tower began to chime ten. Well, class is over. Nightly wanderings at times left him quite exhausted, but the decision to sleep awhile vanished at the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs from whence he came.