Sep 22, 2014
[pvt] ...your wings looks pretty 8T
[pvt] ...thank you.
They're actually a little comfortable. I'd rather not have them.
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[pvt] ...your wings looks pretty 8T
[pvt] ...thank you.
They're actually a little comfortable. I'd rather not have them.
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Very Interesting!
[pvt] I don’t think the Commissioner likes me very much though, she has a lot of fun with everyone else.
Maybe I’m a bit of a spoil-sport to her…
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Well then, you’re doing your job properly, and even then some! I’ll be back tomorrow, bright and early, and the coffee will be on your desk for once 8]
[pvt] I have yet to solidify any opinions about her person, therefore I am unable to comment on whether or not she cares for you. My apologies. She does seem rather eccentric to me, from my meeting with her the other day. [/pvt]
Thank you, I look forward to having you back.
wistfulvanguard replied to your post: Urgh. Good morning, people. Did anyone...
You should import one of those modern coffee machines from Earth, you can set TIMERS!
Is that even possible? If I could import one, I bet Itchy would already have one
wistfulvanguard replied to your post: Finally home
I want to see photo’s!
Soon, soon. I must develop them first my friend.
Kingsley! Sorry about disappearing for a while there, I was blind. For a week. I hope you've been able to hold the fort whilst I've been gone, also, why didn't you try to contact me??
I noticed the stream of confusing notes in relation to that, but I was unsure if contacting you would actually prove worth the time or not, seeing as you were blind and would have been unable to read them. I was under the impression that the Commissioner was attending to you after she and I spoke about it. Was this not the case?
I assume I 'held down the fort' well enough, everything remains how you left it.
Grueling Storms and a bottle of feels
wistfulvanguard submitted:
If Abel were to check his mail that day he’d find a couple of suspiciously book shaped packages, wrapped doubly so, evidently both books…well, less books, closer to rough scripts, originals in William’s very own handwriting. They were stories, though not the conventional kind, and it was clear that William had not wanted them to be discovered for any other prying eyes, the layers of paper covering them were a clear indication, they were meant for Abel’s eyes only.
Upon opening them he’d find himself presented with two stories of the same genre, though very different in terms of content; one, thicker than the other was a rather romantic tale, a story which delved into the trials and tribulations faced by an emissary of the Prospitian kingdom and her Dersite lover during the plights of war, very cliché, but with a few twists here and there, one prominent change being that the archagent, a predominantly male role was replaced with that of a female Dersite; they died in the end, executed for war crimes at the hands of the black queen, this story did not have a happy ending, but William was proud of the journey he’d written, and hoped Abel would be enthralled in the tale.
The second explored a much more adult theme, a story involving a simple Dersite pawn and his sexual exploits with a Derse lawman, the pawn undoubtedly in love, but the lawman visibly only using him for his own enjoyment, yet the pawn does not care. The story ended on a much happier note than the romantic novel, though it could be argued the pawn had been trapped in a miserable relationship, but that was not the focus of this particular story, being heavily erotic in nature, the main focus of the story, moderately fetishistic, he hadn’t held back when it came to writing this particular story.
There was a note included in the package reading:
Hello Abel! It’s me, WV, I’m using initials so people don’t know it’s me if anybody opens this! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the adult stories I’ve written, I think you’ll really like the romance-heavy book, I poured my heart into making it emotional, gripping and sensual, some of my best writing 8) A little warning about the second, very pornographic in comparison to the romantic literature, and contains a few fetishes I was experimenting with just to see if added to the story, I’d warn you about them, but they’re quite vanilla, you might have even tried a few, who knows!
Let me know what you think once you’ve read them, I’d appreciate it a lot. You’re the only one who’s ever seen these books, but I trust you, I hope you enjoy, give me some feedback!
WV <>
Abel was curious as to the package in his mailbox, a sort of excitement bubbling inside of his chest as he brought it inside to look at the contents. He noticed the two thick stories, not bound by a book spine but what seemed to be just a massive amount of woven string and paper. Pleased to find Will’s handwriting he had an sneaking suspicion he already knew what these were.
Though the thought of more letters from his parents had crossed his mind. How many months had it been since he’d last heard from them?
Rifling through the packaging, his mind wandering, Abel found the note with very little effort. Will seemed intent on showing Abel his work with as much trust as one would had over a child or a secret possession. It warmed his heart even as he looked over Will’s words and smiled. He’d have to make sure to keep the stories in mint condition, seeing as the strewn together papers seemed to be the only copy Will owned.
Who could blame him though, if he got enraptured with the stories? He’d apologize and get Will some protective hardcovers, simply for the purpose of immortalizing his friend’s work but also showing just how much care he placed in the idea that Will would hand over these so easily to someone like him.
Thoughts drifting again, Abel shook himself. He wanted to settle down into the stories. He figured he’d start with the romantic one, a soft spot for the idea of it as whole. The more raunchy book would have to wait. Which given Abel’s track record with books wouldn’t be too long. He found himself reading the first story in and out of his breaks while he was stuck filling out paperwork. He enjoyed the element of the two different Carapacians finding love in an otherwise unlikely scenario. He couldn’t put it down, the resulting fact of which made the detective seem distant. Far off in the story Will had created. He almost forgot honestly to write down how he felt. Something so personal should be done in person. But he wasn’t the most memory centric man. He did his best to jot down little notes here and there but spent most of his reading time getting lost to the world.
It was hardly a surprise to find the Black Queen as the villain of such lovers. She was cruel and Abel felt his chest ache with a foreign sensation he’d never known. It was as if she were reaching through the book to grasp at his throat and claw her way down his chest. The execution tore something inside of him. Perhaps more for the fact that he knew, were this their Old Derse, he would have been the one to tear the lovers apart at the Queen’s behest. The sad the ending was, he enjoyed it more than he could bring to words. It took Abel a couple of hours before he could settle himself to read the next story. It wouldn’t do Will any good if he compared the two, given their hinted differences and as such he wished for his friend to have an honest answer and separate review of each.
The characters he found in the next story were interesting, his brow perked at the subtle themes of same sex - sexuality. He was pleased with the result, happily taking this story with him on his patrols. It was a tad less manhandled with a book jacket to keep the papers steady and unprotected. He was amused as he kept thinking of Will’s words.
Vanilla.
He gathered it meant it was tasty like the condiment but plain. He could see why Will used such a definition but he’d make an effort to explain that wasn’t necessarily bad for a book of this nature. He was captivated by the experimentation in general. Had been happy to read it all the way to the end, and finding little to no faults with the story in general. With a soft grin he wrote down a few things and finished up his work. Knowing Will would dislike waiting so long for a reply, Abel figured he’d go to his friend’s home to apologize. But there was the matter of the storm.
Not that Abel wasn’t well equipped to trek out into the storm. In fact, he still held onto his uniform from Old Derse, the hoodie he’d worn and the dark black scarf brought back memories as he pulled them out to use again. His eyes fell onto the dark gloves, considering leaving them. It wouldn’t do to hurt his fingers simply because he wished to be stubborn. With a faint sigh he covered up, books tied together in a bag strapped to his chest with his gun holster, simply to keep his hands free. He’d been going out on patrol the first two days of the storm either way. He wouldn’t let a little sand deter him.
With his dark goggles on he made his way through the sandstorm. Coat whipping violently in the air as he stepped carefully through the dunes and against the harsh wind. Making it to Will’s took a tad longer than he thought, however he hoped his friend wouldn’t mind his presence unannounced. He was after all planning on giving him the review of a century. There was a knock at Will’s door and a sand trail in the hall that probably would get complaints later.
Greetings, Sir.
We would like to schedule an appointment with you, if at all possible.
wistfulvanguard replied to your post:Who are your 4 biggest fans at the moment?
That’s a lie >8U I’m your biggest fan, and I’ve read all of your books!
But I haven't written any books.
