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seiberwing (![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} seiberwing) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/community.gif){kind=small} fandom_wank, |
Tell us Andrew when you write something as original as this (from the novel):
...There were over a hundred roses—nearly a hundred and a half! It was over the top. Cordelia kissed me on the cheek then whispered in my ear.
"I especially loved your card, Basil."
"But I didn't..." I started, until Cordelia, singing to herself in the hall mirror, handed me the card over her shoulder. It was unusually ornate for a paper trifle: it held an elaborate gold gilt pattern and the personal greeting inside was as if someone has dipped a very expensive fountain pen into a pot of liquid gold and wrote this haiku:
In Venetian cold
Winter yearning for the Spring
Hunger Needs Romance
It was signed simply "An Admirer."
The I AM SO ORIGINAL LOOK HOW ORIGINAL I AM YOU COULD NEVER BE AS ORIGINAL AS THIS reminds me of the Last Blood guy.
...There were over a hundred roses—nearly a hundred and a half! It was over the top. Cordelia kissed me on the cheek then whispered in my ear.
"I especially loved your card, Basil."
"But I didn't..." I started, until Cordelia, singing to herself in the hall mirror, handed me the card over her shoulder. It was unusually ornate for a paper trifle: it held an elaborate gold gilt pattern and the personal greeting inside was as if someone has dipped a very expensive fountain pen into a pot of liquid gold and wrote this haiku:
In Venetian cold
Winter yearning for the Spring
Hunger Needs Romance
It was signed simply "An Admirer."
The I AM SO ORIGINAL LOOK HOW ORIGINAL I AM YOU COULD NEVER BE AS ORIGINAL AS THIS reminds me of the Last Blood guy.
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