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The Story - Chapter 11
2010-04-30 22:55Chapter 11 - You have your dreams, I have mine.
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A/N: Hey there. o/ I would type something large that could (probably) be explained in a few sentences, but I won't, except that there's more than enough extras in this chapter. My facebook note posts (where I tag my friends who have been most helpful--thank you so much guys, without you reading, I think I would have given up all hope sooner.) are drafts at best, and six hours, or a day or two I re-read my chapters and pad them with more 'meat' if they're too thin, or I leave them as they are if I can't think of anything to add.
If you're a new reader that stumbled across here somehow, thank you, and I hope you enjoy reading! :)
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As a child, Nagant always figured that his Godfather knew best, even if he had been hard and ruthless. He believed in his Godfather, in some irrational and unexplainable way, and fully thought that Godfather had prepared him for anything life could throw at him. Obviously, interacting with women and saving them wasn't part of the plan. His whole body felt rigid and unnatural as he held a girl, especially one whom he deemed extremely annoying. He was used to dealing with corpses that had to be moved, bodies that struggled when tortured, bodies that fought. Being this close to her, he could see that her lashes were dark in contrast to the bright eyes that hid underneath, her breath coming slow and steady.
You piss me off, in more ways than one. But why...do you look so small from here?
Nagant could feel the sweat on his palms, and he gripped Elizabeth Browning's body tighter. "If I wasn't so tall...I would've tripped on your hair by now." He muttered as he finally made it to the clinic, pushing it open with his left arm.
If you don't feel even a little bit sad for Nagant, then you either:
a) don't care about him very much
b) I've failed as a writer
c) your name is Anton and you live to annoy me IRL. And there is only ONE of you.
Read and review, as always? :)
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A/N: Hey there. o/ I would type something large that could (probably) be explained in a few sentences, but I won't, except that there's more than enough extras in this chapter. My facebook note posts (where I tag my friends who have been most helpful--thank you so much guys, without you reading, I think I would have given up all hope sooner.) are drafts at best, and six hours, or a day or two I re-read my chapters and pad them with more 'meat' if they're too thin, or I leave them as they are if I can't think of anything to add.
If you're a new reader that stumbled across here somehow, thank you, and I hope you enjoy reading! :)
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As a child, Nagant always figured that his Godfather knew best, even if he had been hard and ruthless. He believed in his Godfather, in some irrational and unexplainable way, and fully thought that Godfather had prepared him for anything life could throw at him. Obviously, interacting with women and saving them wasn't part of the plan. His whole body felt rigid and unnatural as he held a girl, especially one whom he deemed extremely annoying. He was used to dealing with corpses that had to be moved, bodies that struggled when tortured, bodies that fought. Being this close to her, he could see that her lashes were dark in contrast to the bright eyes that hid underneath, her breath coming slow and steady.
You piss me off, in more ways than one. But why...do you look so small from here?
Nagant could feel the sweat on his palms, and he gripped Elizabeth Browning's body tighter. "If I wasn't so tall...I would've tripped on your hair by now." He muttered as he finally made it to the clinic, pushing it open with his left arm.
( I can survive, with you by my side... )
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Awww...xD A very rare emo Nagant moment. I hope it wasn't too over-the-top...heh. Even he needs a private time to release the emotion. I only hope I can remain consistent til the very end with his downward spiral...oh, the bombing incident happens after this. This should be fun...I suppose.If you don't feel even a little bit sad for Nagant, then you either:
a) don't care about him very much
b) I've failed as a writer
c) your name is Anton and you live to annoy me IRL. And there is only ONE of you.
Read and review, as always? :)
