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bait_backup*It's fashioned rather like a circus tent - rounded and bulbous, all curves and no angles with intricate iron-work spiralling between panes of glass. Inside, the greenhouse is a veritable jungle. Several trees reach the top of the enclosure easily like contorted pillars while vines, visibly and contentedly writhing, cover everything as neatly as a fresh layer of linen over a bed.
Earthy, messy and gnome-ridden, the Higgs manor greenhouse seems too untamed, too dirty, for a woman of Victoria's leanings. And yet, morning finds her in a thick, tarp-like dress, its material far more hardy and far less extravagant than her normal attire. The hems are dusted in soil and the position of her knees are highlighted with vague, grassy stains. Her tools of choice, a pair of prim gardening gloves and a bone china water jug, hopelessly dwarfed by the shrubbery.
Despite her meagre supplies, the mandrakes are already cooing in wriggly expectation, their malformed bodies plump and fully grown yet still distinctly infantile. The nearest mushes its gnarled face into the back of her legs happily, like a kitten wanting attention.*
Earthy, messy and gnome-ridden, the Higgs manor greenhouse seems too untamed, too dirty, for a woman of Victoria's leanings. And yet, morning finds her in a thick, tarp-like dress, its material far more hardy and far less extravagant than her normal attire. The hems are dusted in soil and the position of her knees are highlighted with vague, grassy stains. Her tools of choice, a pair of prim gardening gloves and a bone china water jug, hopelessly dwarfed by the shrubbery.
Despite her meagre supplies, the mandrakes are already cooing in wriggly expectation, their malformed bodies plump and fully grown yet still distinctly infantile. The nearest mushes its gnarled face into the back of her legs happily, like a kitten wanting attention.*
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Date: 2011-10-16 11:26 am (UTC)*All eloquence, so precarious a skill in the presence of the opposite sex, is gone. Regulus is left embarrassed and no longer sure of the meaning of anything being said, and definitely no closer to his goal.
Woman may preach as many hobbies and passions to others as they so chose, but when the time comes Regulus has only seen one true interest come up with women and it just so happens to be the one he finds most perplexing and inappropriate. It is the ever looming topic of the Relationship, and it will haunt him til the day he escapes this life.*
I'm not certain I understand? If I've caused any offence I certainly didn't intend to be unbecomingly spontaneous.
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Date: 2011-10-16 11:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-16 11:33 am (UTC)Very well.
Lately, this has become something rather... interesting to me. And I simply would find your thoughts compelling.
You have so very much to say, usually, I thought you might enjoy a little conversation. Like - friends, sort of.
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Date: 2011-10-16 11:48 am (UTC)Sort of.
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