 pukingtoreador 10/18/07 . chapter 1"She would find herself picking up a comb and then stilling her hands in midair, left with nothing to untangle. In the morning there was no one to cut up slices of meat for and in the baths there was no one to wash."
I really, really like this bit. You're showing Farneses feelings without stating them outright, and it has a really powerful effect.
And I like the rest of the fic too...;; |