More random flashfic

Another piece of random flashfic, written off the cuff to illustrate a point for someone who was complaining that her scenes all sounded like "character A walks into the room with green walls. They talk to character B who looks sad. Character A says this and frowns. Character B..." and wanted to know how to be more fluffy and fill it in. (I think I may have overlooked the 'fluffy' requirement!)

And yes, I was making the plot up as I went along, so I had *no idea* who the characters were or what they were talking about :-P( fic )

The last word

Six years later, Philippe gets the last word, as scheduled... though I'm still not quite sure about the wording (already variously fiddled around with).

“He’ll go far, our young Raoul,” Philippe de Chagny said quietly, and she nodded. There had been a crack in his voice, and Christine was not entirely certain she trusted her own.

“Not too far, I hope,” she managed, turning with a smile to make a jest of it.

“My dear, he’ll come back home. While there’s breath in him, he’ll come back home. For that, I can trust in you.” The Comte’s mouth was a little crooked beneath the points of his moustache, but his grip was a benediction and a promise.

Current (unedited, unproofread) word count on the final chapter is 3,681, and the total for the novel is 126,162. Really not that far off the rough estimate of 124,000 words that I made three years ago...