dear_mun | on sudden fic inspiration;

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on sudden fic inspiration;

You know. Writing that fic will make me seem like a pretty ungrateful son of a bitch towards Hanna. So forget everything I've ever said about the advantages of free expression and please reconsider? That way, I may get to live out the life of a family man in peace, since you denied me my first priority in that regard -- Not that Hanna should ever be considered second best...

Mein Gott, a man can't win, can he?

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What did you do that you don't want your author to write about?

Hey, I'm the innocent one here! You should be asking what she's done that has made this post necessary in the first place.

All right, then what's she done?

She forced me to move back to Germany and accept a job offer with Berlin University, hook up with my supremely functional ex again and move into an apartment with room for a baby -- and I swear, this sounded much worse in my head.

[Just this look, Florian.]

Soooo.... You're moving home, getting a good job, getting back together with someone you like, and getting a nice apartment?

You poor thing.

I mean, I know Luxembourg is cool and all, but it doesn't seem like that bad a deal to me. It's better than your maybe-boyfriend going off for a study abroad across the world and not talking to you at all.

[She so didn't mean to say that last sentence out loud.]

[He gives her an understanding look.]

Hey, don't think I don't know how it feels, seeing someone you care about disappear in the distance. It hurts like a hell. Be it your ex-girlfriend. Maybe-boyfriend. Mireille Duroc.

[She's about to mouth off that no, he couldn't possibly know how she feels, but that last name cuts her short.]

Mireille Duroc. The State Minister's wife. You...and she....

Seriously?