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metamorphosis2010-04-16 04:30 pm
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Title: Novella
Characters: England, Spain
Rating: G
For 30smiles' prompt 'Books'. The 'Anglicans being accepted back into the Roman Catholic Church' thing is when the Pope... said Anglicans could come back. They'd be their ownheretic section and such. I don't know if any/how many English people went with it, but I have a feeling after so many years of being Protestant England wouldn't just come back, and that Spain would be happy to, at least, have a chance for England to come back. Even if it's about four-five hundred years too late.
England will admit it – he loves the smell of books. Old ones, new ones, in-between ones – he loves them all.
He’s always pleasantly surprised to find new books on his desk, wrapped with a ribbon and a note in indistinguishable handwriting, though they’re not all necessarily new or in English or appearing ever day. Many have been old French novels or old Bibles full of Latin and Spanish translations, with English notes along the side for the browsing reader. There were Chinese scrolls and German texts, dating even back to the days of the Holy Roman Empire, where things were carefully manuscripted onto sheepskin and illumination occurred in heavy doses.
His favorite, though, is the one that arrives after he’s had a bad morning, yelling and fighting over something completely stupid with someone who should, or did, know better – Spain. He had spent the better half of his morning arguing whether or not the Pope accepting Anglicans was true, whether it was sincere, and whether or not he’d return. He had been thoroughly frustrated by the end of it, still never wavering in his stance that he’d never go back (and the Church hadn’t shunned him now), disgusted that Spain still held those sort of feelings even after all those years of obstinacy.
So he’s very pleased and puckered up to find an old Spanish novella sitting on his desk, worn pages coated with age and flecks of gold. It’s about a man who tries to court a woman and fails, but through pure chance and determination he ends up earning her love and they marry and fall in love again. He thinks it’s a silly notion – this whole love and romance book business – because it never ends up like this. A note falls from the center pages as he’s flipping through again and he brushes it to the side, in a spot he’ll see it in.
The writing is clear and concise this time, and his heart skips a beat because he knows it’s addressed to him and not by chance it might be there as a marker, and a small smile tugs at his lips even though he wishes it wouldn’t, and it feels as if a ball of iron is lumped in his stomach along with his brunch.
‘I wish this happened to us.’
Characters: England, Spain
Rating: G
For 30smiles' prompt 'Books'. The 'Anglicans being accepted back into the Roman Catholic Church' thing is when the Pope... said Anglicans could come back. They'd be their own
England will admit it – he loves the smell of books. Old ones, new ones, in-between ones – he loves them all.
He’s always pleasantly surprised to find new books on his desk, wrapped with a ribbon and a note in indistinguishable handwriting, though they’re not all necessarily new or in English or appearing ever day. Many have been old French novels or old Bibles full of Latin and Spanish translations, with English notes along the side for the browsing reader. There were Chinese scrolls and German texts, dating even back to the days of the Holy Roman Empire, where things were carefully manuscripted onto sheepskin and illumination occurred in heavy doses.
His favorite, though, is the one that arrives after he’s had a bad morning, yelling and fighting over something completely stupid with someone who should, or did, know better – Spain. He had spent the better half of his morning arguing whether or not the Pope accepting Anglicans was true, whether it was sincere, and whether or not he’d return. He had been thoroughly frustrated by the end of it, still never wavering in his stance that he’d never go back (and the Church hadn’t shunned him now), disgusted that Spain still held those sort of feelings even after all those years of obstinacy.
So he’s very pleased and puckered up to find an old Spanish novella sitting on his desk, worn pages coated with age and flecks of gold. It’s about a man who tries to court a woman and fails, but through pure chance and determination he ends up earning her love and they marry and fall in love again. He thinks it’s a silly notion – this whole love and romance book business – because it never ends up like this. A note falls from the center pages as he’s flipping through again and he brushes it to the side, in a spot he’ll see it in.
The writing is clear and concise this time, and his heart skips a beat because he knows it’s addressed to him and not by chance it might be there as a marker, and a small smile tugs at his lips even though he wishes it wouldn’t, and it feels as if a ball of iron is lumped in his stomach along with his brunch.
‘I wish this happened to us.’