Authoress' notes ~~ the formatting is screwed again, I'll try to fix it but
I'm making no promises...ooh if anyone wants to see a really weird and not
altogether sane drawing of... well I'm pretty sure she's a daemon... yeah,
well, anyway, if you wanna see it, email me or review or something, and
I'll do my best to get it to you within a week. Sorry about the short
chapters, I've had an extreme case of writers block...Oh oh I have a news
flash! My birthday is today, October the fifteenth in the year two thousand
three.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this fic, I am not Colfer, if I was, I wouldn't be writing on fanfiction.net, I'd be finishing another brilliant novel.... ; )
*Tobias and Adrian roll their eyes* "Yeah, so without further rambling from this here freak, we'd like to present to you--"
~MYSTERY AND MAHEM, CHAPTER FIVE~ OF FRUIT BATS AND BREAKFAST CEREALS
..: FIVE MINUTES LATER :..
Circe looked in awe around the humongous room she'd been given to sleep in. There was a comfortable queen-sized four-poster bed, a bedside table, an antique desk with a brand-spanking-new computer on it, along with some pens and a printer, and some other expensive and intricately inlaid furniture.
She choked. "All of this is for me?"
Artemis looked around, and then nodded. "Of course. You didn't think that I would make you sleep in the cellar, did you? Even I'm not that uncivilized."
"Well, I guess I may as well get unpacked, then." She set down her pack on the bed and opened it, pulling out a pair of black doc martens, some black pants, two black t-shirts, and a black leather jacket, all soaked. "I guess I'll have to beg something off you to sleep in..."
He sighed. "Of course. Juliet has something, I believe. Butler, would you go ask her?"
Butler left, looking extremely relieved at not having to stay. (...and listen to the absolute chaos that would, quite possibly ensue. But he didn't know that.)
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Circe was amazed. First this room, and now this...ensemble. It sort of resembled one of those outfits that teenagers on TV shows wore to bed. A tight Abercrombie and Fitch shirt, black silk pajama pants, and a matching scrunchie. It wasn't what she would've chosen, but it was a heck of a lot better than sleeping in the buff.
She got dressed, then carefully peeled back the layers of silk sheets, sliding between them without wrinkling the comforter, which was some kind of expensive-feeling velvety material. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, dreaming uneasily of the night the house of cards that was her life fell to the ground.
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Yes, the title is a tribute to Monty Python and the Holy Grail (a quote from the Book of Armaments), and NO, it does not, in any way, shape, or form, pertain to the events in this pathetically short chapter. I am thinking of revising the name of this fic. If you have any suggestions as to what you think it should be called, please tell me so. I am reachable by my email, which is on my bio, or by reviewing, reviewing being preferable. Or, if none of that made sense, R&R!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters in this fic, I am not Colfer, if I was, I wouldn't be writing on fanfiction.net, I'd be finishing another brilliant novel.... ; )
*Tobias and Adrian roll their eyes* "Yeah, so without further rambling from this here freak, we'd like to present to you--"
~MYSTERY AND MAHEM, CHAPTER FIVE~ OF FRUIT BATS AND BREAKFAST CEREALS
..: FIVE MINUTES LATER :..
Circe looked in awe around the humongous room she'd been given to sleep in. There was a comfortable queen-sized four-poster bed, a bedside table, an antique desk with a brand-spanking-new computer on it, along with some pens and a printer, and some other expensive and intricately inlaid furniture.
She choked. "All of this is for me?"
Artemis looked around, and then nodded. "Of course. You didn't think that I would make you sleep in the cellar, did you? Even I'm not that uncivilized."
"Well, I guess I may as well get unpacked, then." She set down her pack on the bed and opened it, pulling out a pair of black doc martens, some black pants, two black t-shirts, and a black leather jacket, all soaked. "I guess I'll have to beg something off you to sleep in..."
He sighed. "Of course. Juliet has something, I believe. Butler, would you go ask her?"
Butler left, looking extremely relieved at not having to stay. (...and listen to the absolute chaos that would, quite possibly ensue. But he didn't know that.)
~~~~~~~~~~~
Circe was amazed. First this room, and now this...ensemble. It sort of resembled one of those outfits that teenagers on TV shows wore to bed. A tight Abercrombie and Fitch shirt, black silk pajama pants, and a matching scrunchie. It wasn't what she would've chosen, but it was a heck of a lot better than sleeping in the buff.
She got dressed, then carefully peeled back the layers of silk sheets, sliding between them without wrinkling the comforter, which was some kind of expensive-feeling velvety material. She fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, dreaming uneasily of the night the house of cards that was her life fell to the ground.
~~~~~~~~~
Yes, the title is a tribute to Monty Python and the Holy Grail (a quote from the Book of Armaments), and NO, it does not, in any way, shape, or form, pertain to the events in this pathetically short chapter. I am thinking of revising the name of this fic. If you have any suggestions as to what you think it should be called, please tell me so. I am reachable by my email, which is on my bio, or by reviewing, reviewing being preferable. Or, if none of that made sense, R&R!