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blood_wingedAlmost feels like I'm the only person I know who didn't watch the wedding.
Though Kate did look very lovely. She did the same as Princess Diana and omitted 'obey' from her wedding vows. Good on her. I just hope her life doesn't go down the same tragic route.
Working on a fic in which Arthur accidentally turns himself into a girl and then has to deal with Alfred. I think I'll get a few chapters done before I start to post it, but here's a bit.
Though Kate did look very lovely. She did the same as Princess Diana and omitted 'obey' from her wedding vows. Good on her. I just hope her life doesn't go down the same tragic route.
Working on a fic in which Arthur accidentally turns himself into a girl and then has to deal with Alfred. I think I'll get a few chapters done before I start to post it, but here's a bit.
That voice. That whining, irritating voice. Arthur felt something cold and uncomfortable curl around his heart. He bit his thumbnail and moved out into the hallway, towards the door, his hand coming to rest on the latch a moment before another series of heavy knocks made him flinch. Doubt made him hesitate, but he had never been one to back down from a challenge. He opened the door, poking his head out, and fixed his eyes on the young man standing on the doorstep, a bag by his feet and a smile on his face, his hair sodden and it seemed even that ridiculous cowlick on his head was wilting.I don't really like genderbending and I don't intend to refer to Arthur as 'she' through the entire thing at all, because he's still male in his head, he just happened to have a bit of a mishap with an exploding potion. So yeah, that's that.
“I’m a bit wet,” he stated, then his smile faded a fraction and he looked at Arthur a little more closely. “Oi… who are you?”
Arthur had almost forgotten, in that brief moment when he’d seen Alfred stood on the doorstep, that the boy wouldn’t recognise him. He cleared his throat and opened the door a little more. “I’m… Arthur… Arthur’s sister. I’m house-sitting. He isn’t here.”
“Oh.” Alfred’s lower lip stuck out in a pout, then he sighed and picked up his bag, not moving to leave as Arthur had hoped, but stepping forwards, pushing the door open and walking inside. “I can wait, that’s fine.”
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Date: 2011-04-30 02:34 am (UTC)I forgot to mention! I like what I've read so far in that fic. I'd totally read the whole thing when you're done.
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Date: 2011-04-30 02:55 am (UTC)