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Ladywriter stretched, wincing as the Shoulder/Neck/Jaw Thingy flared. A night of erratic sleep and too little of it, with rain on the way. It was going to be a long day. Still, she had a smile on her face.
That was a nice dream about Richard Armitage . . .
“Oh, really . . .” A familiar chocolate-laced baritone rumbled from the corner.
LW slid her glasses into place, Sir Guy’s knowing smirk coming into focus. He was a sight for sleep-deprived eyes–kohl-rimmed peepers, artfully tousled mane, snug Marvel of Engineering trousers and all.
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“There you go, Sir Guy, reading my thoughts again.” She raised one brow, her mouth twisting wryly, and firmly shook her disheveled head. “However . . . it was not a naughty dream, for your information.”
He gave a sniff of his handsome aquiline proboscis and shrugged. “Well, my lady, my powers are not perfect . . .”
But lots of other things about you are.
This time he got his reading right. “You are feeling frisky this morning in spite of your pain, my lady,” he purred, tilting his head and flashing those excellent white teeth.
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“Sooooo—tell me about your–chaste–dream, my lady.”
She sighed and wrapped her arms around her knees, gingerly resting her chin on top. “In the dream, I am acting with the CReAtor . . . me. With Richard Armitage. In some sort of film.” LW gave a small satisfied squee.
“I am playing someone who’d been kidnapped for ransom and it turns out RA is the person who is trying to get me back safely . . .” LW laughed and shrugged.
“Only, what with it being a dream, I do not know the actor will be RA until just before we are to play this scene together in which we are reunited! I look through the glass doors as the wardrobe and makeup people are checking me over and, well–there he is, looking all intense and angsty and, of course, gorgeous in this long navy coat and nape curls and stubble . . . fully in character to shoot this dramatic scene.”
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Sir Guy folded his arms across his broad chest. “And what do you do when you see it is the CReAtor?”
“I have two immediate thoughts, my dearest dark knight. First–‘OMG, it’s Richard Freakin’ Armitage as my screen partner!’ And second–and this sort of surprises me–I think, ‘Wow, I am SOOO going to act my socks off and impress the heck out of him, oh yes I AM.” And so I go out there–and I ACT!”
She gave a smile of girlish delight, her eyes sparkling behind her specs. “And you know what? I am good. I really am good. I can tell he thinks so, too.”
LW sighed again, her brow creasing. “I can only hope it’s a good omen for next Thursday–when Emma the tipsy widow and murder victim-to-be makes her debut.”
Ladywriter rubbed her tender jaw. “Things were a bit rocky last night at the rehearsals. I actually did OK–but my cast mates were struggling in the second act. Went through it four times. Made me glad I–uhm, ‘Emma’– was ‘dead’ by then.”
“Your band of players, you all must believe in yourselves, my lady.” Sir Guy smiled at her. “Not unlike the way you believe–in me.” He gave a courtly bow. “And, of course, in the CReAtor.”
“Sir Guy–I’d like for you to be there next week. You and Mr. Ladywriter.”
He raised his dark brows. “I do not possess a ticket, and is not the event sold out?”
“Yes–but that’s OK.” She grinned. “I am, after all, the only one who will see you.”
LW leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially. “It will be our little secret.”
Sir Guy chuckled. “Excellent . . .”
Dreams are like boxes of chocolates. You just never know what you are gonna get . . . Happy Guyday Friday!
I wouldn’t mind dreaming about THIS either . . .
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