my heart is a glorious machine;

Er. I really haven't got a good explanation for this. Here are two storybits from the Evangeline thingummy (I'm still looking for a surname, by the by, and the furthest I've got is the realisation that it needs to be monosyllabic and probably ought to mean something interesting). I wrote the first one and sort of forgot about it, and then I tried to write it again and came out with something mostly different, which is why they repeat each other in bits, and certainly in general theme, although they are also talking about different times, I think, and I need to marry them together into a continuous narrative of some sort, except that I still have very little idea of what this story-thing I am writing is about. 

Er. Also, this is mainly for lady_moriel , because she did nag me about writing some Evangeline, and I know she wants to read it, and also because nearly anything having to do with vampires is her fault by default, really. :D And because her birthdayfic is still a bit of mind-mist at the moment. ♥ (Okay, so is everyone else's. For some reason, I have had immense difficulty writing anything over the past few months. My mind freezes up and something vaguely akin to panic starts up. I have no idea what I'm afraid of: that I can't write all of a sudden? That doesn't make sense.) 

Well. Anyway. 




...This is completely barmy. Aaack. *trepidation*