Hello! A little random interlude to keep you going! (Bows to mods) I really don't know if the rumours about no review replies are true, but if they are, well please don't hurt me! (bribes them with pancakes). Just tap me on the shoulder and say "Do Not Post Replies!" And I wont. By the by, the song you'll see below is the Ramblin Rover by Silly Wizard, great song!
Review Replies!
Phantomfreak07: Boring wet and stuffed full of exam revision at the moment down here, kinda blah really, just hanging out for schoolies week, welcome aboard! Hope you join the DBCA soon!
Trisana: We all love bad phics! As long as there are no Mary Sues! When are you posting more of yours btw? Hmm? (attempts knowing glare…fails)
AOM: Erik and lovebites, believe me my dear, you are not alone
Sugar-high-pixie: Thankyee! I live to write!
StakeMeSike04: Velcome my dearest reader to my world of inane ramblings! Join the DBCA website is my homepage! Have fun!
Estelle Tiniwiel: heh, yes I'll move the plot along eventually
Mrs. Malfoy: (waves her own little helpless phangirl flag) Somebody save me from exams!
Pertie: I have no Saturdays, I have no life, I have my CDs and practise exams and you lovely wonderful darling amazing splendiferous people to pick me up when I feel like crying with your wonderful reviews
Phantomluvr: Feel free to question my sanity…if you can find it
Sirrius's Sister: Have you seen Spicks and Specks? If not, play the game at a dinner party! Its damn fantastic!
PhantomLover05: No, not in England, Australia, not sure where you got the English thing from, but I am a Monty Python fan. Yeah, exams are the fault of everything at the moment, I've got a lot on. (curls up into a little ball and cries).
Sapphire-aria: 7 muses, I know exactly what you mean, I'm dealing with a gay muse, a Phantom, a pirate, and Elf, two Vampires and a master detective my head is spinning!
BiP: I made a T shirt that says "I wear Cloaks!", but its still drying, I want to buy a screen printer but they're to expensive
IflyNAVY: Thanks love! Lord knows I need all the luck I can scramble!
The Mega-Doomer: Thanks! As always, a cheery review!
Cap'n Meg: (hands her several bottles of rum and they go get drunk together singing the cloak song) Stupid School
Voldemort's Hikari1: I LOVE VAMPIRES! Im wondering if that makes me a necrophiliac? Is there a different term for "Undead lover"? Yeah, I have issues
"If
you're bent with arthritis,
Your bowels've got colitis,
You've gallopin' bollochitis
And ye thinking its time ye
died"
"Why, may I ask, are you singing that obscenely stupid and irritating song?" Erik said, stepping around Adriana who was sprawled on the study floor in front of the fire, making random sketches in her notebook, she rolled her eyes at him.
"Because I can!" she proclaimed roguishly, and started up again, "But give me a rambling rover-"
"Because you can?" Erik asked dryly, taking a quill and bottle of ink from his desk.
"Well you wont talk to me," Adriana grumbled under her breath, flicking a scrap of charcoal over her paper, Erik looked down at her in amusement.
"Then what am I doing now?"
"Asking rhetorical questions," she answered pertly, Erik shook his head, "Right…" he paused, "What makes you think I'm not talking to you?"
"You've been ignoring me for the past three days," Adriana snorted, Erik looked insulted, "I have not!"
"You have so!" she glared up at him wickedly, feigning hurt.
"Excuse me, my dear," Erik purred, looking down at her commandingly, "But sharing a bed with someone hardly constitutes ignoring her." Adriana huffed and tossed her hair over one shoulder, "You don't even speak to me,"
Erik folded his arms, "Of course I do," he retorted.
"Excuse me, monsieur," Adriana replied, turning back to her work, "But screaming my name doesn't qualify as conversation."
"I-" her last sentence impacted on Erik's thoughts, "WHAT!"
"…well it doesn't," Adriana muttered, pulling her hair in front of her face to hide her blush. Erik sook his head in exasperation and dropped into his favourite armchair, "Then what on earth do you want to talk about?"
"Anything!" Adriana exclaimed, sitting up and spreading her arms wide, "Art! Science! Literature! Blonde moments! Astrology! Da Vinci! Music! The weather! Anything!"
Erik filled his quill with ink and started a note to his managers, "We are currently five floors beneath the ground, there is very little weather to talk about, my dear." reminded her mildly.
"Hrmph! Smart arse," Adriana smudged a shadow on the fold of a dress sketch with her thumb and darkened the sleeve.
"Genius" Erik corrected.
"Whatever,"
Erik chuckled and added a few lines to the pristine white card, then he thought of something, "What is a blonde moment?"
Adriana looked up in surprise, "You don't know what a blonde moment is?"
"No," Erik folded the letter shut, "Otherwise I would not have deigned to ask,"
"I'm honoured you considered my lowly being adequate to answer your query my lord," Adriana answered sarcastically.
"Well you do seem qualified to answer," Erik pointed out, looking at the golden swathe that fell down her shoulders to coil around the corner of her page, Adriana snorted in laughter, "Fair point, A blonde moment is a completely stupid and possibly random act performed by a person who appears to have taken complete leave of their intelligence."
"Such as?" Erik asked urbanely,
"Um…such as falling off a merry-go-round?"
"Is that possible?" Erik rose and crossed to a melted pit of sealing wax, steaming over a lit candle on his desk (you've all seen the movie, you know the thing I'm on about, I want that sealer!).
"Yup," Adriana answered dryly, Erik poured red wax over the envelope flap and stuck his skull seal into the scarlet pool, "How do you – ah,"
"Yes,"
"Why a blonde moment? Why not brunette, or raven or red head?"
Adriana rolled her eyes, "Because supposedly, blondes are dumb, thus the ongoing category of blonde jokes found the universe over."
Erik laughed, eyeing her hair, "And are blondes dumb?"
Adriana shrugged, "I dunno, my next issue of Idiots Unite should be arriving any day now, I'll let you know."