Post by idiotj on Mar 22, 2008 22:07:16 GMT -5
“Antenora?” Dante asked, post-coitus.
“Yes, my dearest Dante?” Antenora responded.
“Aren't we lucky to have each other?”
“Yes, we are.”
It had been months since Dante and Antenora had run away from their respective homes for the sake of love, and they were enjoying something very few couples experience at the same time: a sense of freedom and togetherness. They didn't need or want anyone else disturbing their humble and cozy lifestyle.
“You know what we should do?” Dante asked.
“What?” Antenora said, a smile on her lips.
“Not get married and not have kids.” Dante answered. Antenora giggled and rolled over, embracing Dante. The rain pounded against the window, so it took them several moments to notice the knocking at the door.
“Is that--” Antenora said.
“Is that our door?” Dante hissed, instantly disliking the idea of company, especially at this hour.
“I'll go get it.” Antenora, who was already throwing on clothes, said. “Whoever can it be?”
The knocking persisted.
“Coming!” Antenora said before opening the door. Outside stood a man, considerably older, his entire body soaking wet. He stood shoulders hunched, head hung and looking bashful.
“Hello—um--” Antenora stammered.
“Snicket,” the man said. Antenora gasped.
“Snicket! Why—hi--how are you? Whatever are you doing here?”
She didn't say “please come in” and pondered how much like vampires people were—unable to come in unless they were invited, able to be killed by a wooden stake through the heart.
“I wanted to find you, Antenora. I got so worried. You stopped posting, and 667 sorely missed your wonderful posts. I missed you! We all did! Mainly me.”
“Oh. Well.” Antenora said, watching the rain drench the man outside.
“And...I wanted to...get to know--”
“Antenora, darling, who is it?” Dante said, climbing down the stairs.
“It's Snicket, my honey bear.” Antenora called.
“Honey bear? Is that Dante? Are you with Dante?” Snicket asked.
“What the bloody damned hell is he doing here?” Dante demanded.
“He just wanted to say hi. He was worried about us.” Antenora said.
“You,” Snicket corrected.
“Well—send him off, then!” Dante said.
“Poopsy, it's raining. I can't just--”
“No. It's OK. I understand. I'll leave.” Snicket said. He lingered for a moment before turning his back and leaving. Antenora felt a momentary twang of pity as she watched Snicket walk away in the rain.
...To be continued...?
“Yes, my dearest Dante?” Antenora responded.
“Aren't we lucky to have each other?”
“Yes, we are.”
It had been months since Dante and Antenora had run away from their respective homes for the sake of love, and they were enjoying something very few couples experience at the same time: a sense of freedom and togetherness. They didn't need or want anyone else disturbing their humble and cozy lifestyle.
“You know what we should do?” Dante asked.
“What?” Antenora said, a smile on her lips.
“Not get married and not have kids.” Dante answered. Antenora giggled and rolled over, embracing Dante. The rain pounded against the window, so it took them several moments to notice the knocking at the door.
“Is that--” Antenora said.
“Is that our door?” Dante hissed, instantly disliking the idea of company, especially at this hour.
“I'll go get it.” Antenora, who was already throwing on clothes, said. “Whoever can it be?”
The knocking persisted.
“Coming!” Antenora said before opening the door. Outside stood a man, considerably older, his entire body soaking wet. He stood shoulders hunched, head hung and looking bashful.
“Hello—um--” Antenora stammered.
“Snicket,” the man said. Antenora gasped.
“Snicket! Why—hi--how are you? Whatever are you doing here?”
She didn't say “please come in” and pondered how much like vampires people were—unable to come in unless they were invited, able to be killed by a wooden stake through the heart.
“I wanted to find you, Antenora. I got so worried. You stopped posting, and 667 sorely missed your wonderful posts. I missed you! We all did! Mainly me.”
“Oh. Well.” Antenora said, watching the rain drench the man outside.
“And...I wanted to...get to know--”
“Antenora, darling, who is it?” Dante said, climbing down the stairs.
“It's Snicket, my honey bear.” Antenora called.
“Honey bear? Is that Dante? Are you with Dante?” Snicket asked.
“What the bloody damned hell is he doing here?” Dante demanded.
“He just wanted to say hi. He was worried about us.” Antenora said.
“You,” Snicket corrected.
“Well—send him off, then!” Dante said.
“Poopsy, it's raining. I can't just--”
“No. It's OK. I understand. I'll leave.” Snicket said. He lingered for a moment before turning his back and leaving. Antenora felt a momentary twang of pity as she watched Snicket walk away in the rain.
...To be continued...?