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[ioudas]

❝ the lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, o lord, endures forever. do not forsake the work of your hands. ❞

psalms

do you actually believe that, though? do you believe in destiny or do you believe that it is our own? discuss.

also, since we're having a deep conversation. google would have made my life a whole lot easier if it had existed in the 1800s. then again there would not be young men saying that they love vintage victorian erotica more than the mainstream kind (here's a hint: it's still erotica).

if you're a really old guy wearing a hood over your head, you owe me a saturday night for the one you ruined. cash only.

(ooc: sorry, this got really NSFW)

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[ioudas]

I'm so bored that I have a drinking game based off of it.

How does one gently lay their hands upon a woman's breast?

[waiting]

Uh -- gently, I guess?

[ what is he even supposed to answer that with... ]

If the rest of the book reads like that, I'm not exactly sure who their target audience is supposed to be.

[ioudas]

Oh, it gets better.

"I hadn't the strength to turn him away, nor the will; when he came to me again it was only minutes before my clothes were shed, almost torn from my body. Time was always of the essence between the two of us, so rare was the chance that we could discretely be in each other's company that we rarely wasted a single moment not entangled in each other's arms. When I kneeled so that I might undo his trouser buttons he had me by the hair, yanking my head up so that he could grip my neck tightly within other hand.

"I have you now," he said lowly. He almost never spoke, but his voice to me was like an aphrodisiac -- excitement stirred in both my head and my loins. I wrenched my head so that my face was pressed to his bare stomach and moaned his name against the flesh.

"Oh yes, please do," I said, blood rushing through my body so quickly that I felt delirious."

[waiting]

[ Somewhere in the middle of all that, Bradbury's ears just start shutting Cross out. Act of self preservation, man. ]

You know how creepy it sounds when reading that out loud, right? [ The pop and hiss of carbonation suggest that he wandered off to grab a beer at some point. ]

[ioudas]

The British accent is supposed to make it sound absolutely unappealing, actually.

(but he gets it.)

Seriously though, if I'm reading it out loud, it can't be classified as anything more than comedy.