Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-07-25 22:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~abigail knightly, ~ernest hemingway |
Who? Hemingway & Abi
Where? Hemingway's apartment
When? Backdated to Tuesday (his birthday)
What? Birthday surprises
Open? God no
Rating? So high
Hemingway hadn't mentioned his birthday to Abi, or anyone in fact - but he supposed it was inside the dust cover of his novels for anyone who had any sort of interest. And God, now he was out of his thirties altogether. He supposed he was meant to feel... something, some sort of regret or fear or dismay, perhaps. But he didn't, he really didn't at all. He had a first draft of a hefty piece of literature to his name, a beautiful younger woman, and he felt pretty pleased with his lot for once.
He hadn't been really expecting anything from Abi, but he had been totally thrilled to be surprised by her. She had missed out on a genuine squeak of excitement at the typewriter; it had definitely started the day on a happy note, and knowing that he was going to get her all to himself later was enough to have him on a bit of a high for ages. And she was being flirty and mysterious, suggestive and teasing- he wondered what the next surprise might be, but given the tone of the conversation, he had the definite feeling that he wasn't going to be disappointed.