“Sooooo–what is on that fertile mind of yours, dearest Ladywriter?”
The familiar dark chocolate rumble sounded in her ears and LW smiled. She was awake, but eyes closed. LW was daydreaming a bit, still gratefully tucked beneath the covers late on a damp, bone-chilling winter’s morning. It had been a long, restless, painful night.
“Hullo, Sir Guy, my dearest dark knight. Another Friday has arrived . . . ” She gave a small sigh. “My mind doesn’t feel terribly fertile of late, although I DID get a little writing done while the internet was down all day yesterday. And some reading . . .”
LW opened her eyes and laughed softly. “YOU have been–plundering my thoughts again, Sir Guy.”
He doffed the tricorn atop his handsome head and swept her an elegant bow, the silver buttons shining on his royal blue velvet frock coat, the fabric shot through with pale blue and silver embroidery . . .
“So what shall it be, my lady, am I the rakish highwayman who retains a noble spirit, or that irresistible vampire pirate captain sailing upon the Charteuse Bastard or–”
He raised those dark brows and waggled them roguishly in her direction, giving her a smug and devilish smile.
“Or what about that re-teaming of the Wonder Twins you promised our darling Guylty??”
“Sir Guy–I truly do not know what is next . . . only that I must write–something.” She blinked back a few unbidden tears. “Even if it isn’t any good. I have to try.”
Sir Guy’s expression softened and came to her side, taking her hands in his own.
“My dearest Ladywriter, I shall be your muse, provide that creative spark–of course, it will be good.” Sir Guy sniffed and flicked back his lustrous black mane.
“How could it be anything else?”
She laughed in spite of herself. “Indeed, you are right. How could it be?” LW pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. “Thank you for the reminder . . .”
Happy Guyday Friday!