quickie writing exercise
Jan. 15th, 2004 06:27 pmInk
His handwriting is different. He laughs it off at first, blaming a summer when he barely lifted a pen and the newness of the college assignments. But it doesn't go away, this looping calligraphy that makes his writing look two hundred years old.
One of his new friends is an art student, and she loans him a fountain pen, some ink, but it stains his fingers like blood and makes something he can't define inside himself shiver.
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on 2004-01-15 10:35 am (UTC)no subject
on 2004-01-15 10:51 am (UTC)Lovely little fic, doyle.
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on 2004-01-15 01:04 pm (UTC)That was delightful, creepy as hell, but delightful. And thanks for suckering me in. ;)
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on 2004-01-15 01:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-01-15 04:10 pm (UTC)Beautiful.
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on 2004-01-15 04:57 pm (UTC)