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Title: Flee into Fancy
Author: Omnicat v''v
Rating: T / PG-13
Genre: Angst, Romance
Spoilers: Hard Times, Book the First.
Warnings: Femmeslash in your Dickens, yo.
Pairings: Sissy Jupe x Louisa Gradgrind
Disclaimer: Check.
Summary: [Hard Times] In the night there is something secret. Sissy x Louisa.
Author’s Note: I’m a bit rankled to be saying this about compulsory reading, but this book was fun. Louisa and Sissy are made of so much love. Tom Jr too, *snort*, but these two especially. And all that delicious, delicious subtext! :3 *nibbles on it*
One thing, though - when I was writing this it totally escaped my mind just how bloody young Sissy is. So, uhm, please bear with me when I say that she's of a decent age here? Fifteen or something, not much younger than Louisa. ^^;;
( Flee into Fancy )
PSAN: Now if only I didn’t feel like all my eloquence has been beaten out of me with a pointy thing and the rest of my brain could churn out some decent content, all would be well. But I fear it is not so. I can't even think of a title or summary. Woe.
Author: Omnicat v''v
Rating: T / PG-13
Genre: Angst, Romance
Spoilers: Hard Times, Book the First.
Warnings: Femmeslash in your Dickens, yo.
Pairings: Sissy Jupe x Louisa Gradgrind
Disclaimer: Check.
Summary: [Hard Times] In the night there is something secret. Sissy x Louisa.
Author’s Note: I’m a bit rankled to be saying this about compulsory reading, but this book was fun. Louisa and Sissy are made of so much love. Tom Jr too, *snort*, but these two especially. And all that delicious, delicious subtext! :3 *nibbles on it*
One thing, though - when I was writing this it totally escaped my mind just how bloody young Sissy is. So, uhm, please bear with me when I say that she's of a decent age here? Fifteen or something, not much younger than Louisa. ^^;;
( Flee into Fancy )
PSAN: Now if only I didn’t feel like all my eloquence has been beaten out of me with a pointy thing and the rest of my brain could churn out some decent content, all would be well. But I fear it is not so. I can't even think of a title or summary. Woe.
