*grumbles* Lucius has, once more, taken over my life. It was wonderfully peaceful yesterday, I managed to write 1400 words, not a bad deed at all, considering how slow a writer I am.

But now, he's back in full force, demanding to listen to the Finlandia, whispering seductive nothings into my ear, just so he gets the limelight. No matter how I tell him it's not his story, no, no, no. It doesn't matter, according to him. He is still the moste important. Even if the story isn't about him. Swearing at him in German doesn't help either, it just makes him laugh, and he looks ever so attractive when he throws his head back, that blond, long hair flying back, and then he laughs loudly as if nothing could amuse him more.

*sigh*