OH Bloody hell. so near and yet so far. Poor beloved Viggo... and the stupid reticence of Bean, who is dying to let go and fold into Vigs.
OH I LOVE He felt as if he had been marked on the inside, Sean’s scent like ink settling deep into his lungs, writing his name on the insides of his ribs. Oh yes, yes, yes, so true it is.
And you've got the sudden movements of the rather well drunk - Sean's hand on the car window - can hear him slurring his words a bit... oh he is defensively drunk, and still holding back, afraid. Dammit man...
I do so LOVE your (my/our) Men.... you write them as if from the 'inside' of both. Quite delicious, a feast of Vigbean a la Evocates, au angst, l'amour et du passion. What a feast! I just want the rest of the banquet....
LOVE it to pieces dear lass. Thank you, and I look at my piccies of Them and hear your words. I am really such a stupid old bat. Need sorting really, but... whot the 'ell as Bean would say.
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OH I LOVE He felt as if he had been marked on the inside, Sean’s scent like ink settling deep into his lungs, writing his name on the insides of his ribs. Oh yes, yes, yes, so true it is.
And you've got the sudden movements of the rather well drunk - Sean's hand on the car window - can hear him slurring his words a bit... oh he is defensively drunk, and still holding back, afraid. Dammit man...
I do so LOVE your (my/our) Men.... you write them as if from the 'inside' of both. Quite delicious, a feast of Vigbean a la Evocates, au angst, l'amour et du passion. What a feast! I just want the rest of the banquet....
LOVE it to pieces dear lass. Thank you, and I look at my piccies of Them and hear your words. I am really such a stupid old bat. Need sorting really, but... whot the 'ell as Bean would say.