Sunday, October 25, 2009

Thing I've Learned #31: Sleep Is NOT Overrated

I have not been getting enough sleep lately. Yeah, it's my fault because I've been staying up late talking to Sarah about plotty things. But still.

This is what my characters are doing while I'm off to bed:

Let's see, midnight and polite society is just starting to wind down...

Ciro is taking a bath before going to bed.

Ha'ri, being a good servant, is helping Ciro wash his back and trying really, really, hard not to think.

DeLacey is lying in bed, fully clothed, staring up at the ceiling and thinking about Kit.

Desirata is throwing a royal temper tantrum.

Illari is taking the brunt of Desirata's rage and already thinking about what to put on the bruises tomorrow.

...while business at the Phoenix just starts to pick up.

Aisha is hustling down a hall with his skirts hiked up (cursing the goddamn dress all the while) with a needle in his teeth and a spool of thread in his hand.

Sanvi is whispering prayers under his breath while being undressed by a middle aged nobleman.

Marce is at the top of the stairs, leaning against the balcony railing and flashing seductive smiles at the two or three men down in the parlor.

The Swan (who needs a NAME!) is dancing in his room to synchronize his mind and body and lock away his emotions for yet another night.

Bailey is being felt up by a rather unattractive gentleman, wishing for Marce's hands instead.

Valentino is missing women.

Kit is bent in a way that would break a lesser man, and cannot get DeLacey off of his mind.

Ma is taking money, fluttering her eyelashes, and feeling the slightest bit sick and guilty in the pit of her stomach, because she remembers what it's like.


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