Author has written 7 stories for Final Fantasy VII, Resident Evil, Heavy Rain, and Walking Dead.
It is with the utmost reprieve that I take solace in confiding my deepest literary desires within this universal collective. For it is only here that I may put my inner thoughts into words, thoughts that I only pray that Gad never find these most unprofessional of writings for he seems to take pride in my professional works. My pleasure in writing this newly introduced to me idea of fanfiction has led me to the sensual drabble sort, thus sending me another sort of censorial fog for this content is considered of poor recourse by many a lady or gentleman. It would appear that this fog is consuming my every being from my personal life to my works.
I must confess that with the dampness the fog leaves upon my body, it is also a humid one; bringing a warmth to my heart that my professional writing can not. I often wonder what Lord Byron would think of this - not the sensual actions between two men that leave me so astounded for I know the great Lord Byron would have no interest in that sort of thing - but the mere idea of fanfiction. Writing purely for pleasure, using universal characters known by many, with no hopes to publication. Would he uphold the idea or scorn it?
I now understand why my dearest grandmother, Isabella Caldwell, waited until many months into my marriage to introduce me to this culture of writing. It has consumed my daily thoughts, replacing my previous loves in literature. I now find no greater relief in anything other than the explicit depictions of two grown men finding comfort and pleasure in one another. If my grandmother had revealed that most sacred of genres to me prior to my wedding, I would have rushed back to Ireland with Gad and used my now better toned womanly charms to press for a few wild nights between my betroved and the young Earl of Shannon, master Cameron – formerly described in a letter to my mother as a charming Irish toad. This darkest of fantasies has not merely gracefully waltzed into my mind on few occasions…No, many nights it takes me off guard like a strike of heat lightning in the summer skies.
Had the key to these dormant passions for this so called “slash” been discovered prior to that Christmas, my life would assuredly be different; Devilish thoughts come to mind that would make any other lady of my statute gasp and surely blush.
From here, I leave you with short tales spun from the wonderful characters I have come in contact with during my travels with my dearest Mrs. Caldwell.
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