Once on a donkey in Tunbridge Wells

AND THUS IT CONTINUES. In this part: Larsa is topped by everyone, Penelo is manipulative, and OCs appear. Basch is present in spirit, although he wishes he wasn't.

[ PART 1 ] [ PART 2 ] [ PART 3 ] [ ? ]

( A Tale of Archadian Passion, or, Penelo's Navel: Part Two )

Sooooooo. It appears that my car is approximately four inches taller than normal.

And when I say "approximately", I mean "at least".

I think, for the first time in my life, I am actually snowed in. I see no way of getting into work this morning.

In honour of this, have a fic snippet. Anyone remember the Penelo's Navel fic beginning thingy I posted ages ago? Well, this is the first bit of the next part. Or something like that.

Edit: forgot, standard warnings apply: is neither finished nor edited, therefore may be subject to spelling errors, grammatical errors, gibberish, bad plotlines, stupid metaphors and/or discontinuation.

( FIC: A Tale of Archadian Passion, or, Penelo's Navel: Part 2.1 )

I am alive! Really! I've just been very, very busy. Started my new job today. That will leave me even more stupidly busy. But a happy sort of "I have work! Yay!" busy. Anyway.

Have a fic! Or part one of a fic. Incomplete and will be edited, so some bits may change here and there.

( A Tale of Archadian Passion, or, Penelo's Navel. )

More to be written . . . when I feel like it.