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psalm_onethirtyoneI am THIS CLOSE to writing Enjolras/Grantaire.
I left this fandom! It isn't allowed to seduce me back! It isn't allowed to dress up like Fantine, and exhibit all the charm of Courfeyrac, the beauty of Enjolras, the persuasive evilness of the Thenardiers, and the bloody dirty "ha ha I screw you!" of musical!Bamatabois! I need an Enjolras right here to plead for my writes and rights! I am not a member of this fandom! Not any more!
Also, I have no time.
I refuse.
But I have a little plotbunny dancing in my head, la!
--NO. No E!/R. No pretty/ugly hate/love hard-to-manage challengey-like-E/E Frenchboy love! NONE.
Arghhh.
*buries face in hands and goes to write more Christmas fic*
EDIT: Random Cosette drabble written for This One Person On Ff.N.
"Games"
She played games with the other girls--what bird am I thinking of?, who has the marble?--special games that took thinking, happened silently between lessons and got looked forward to amusedly; but they all seemed foolish with Father. When she was with her Father, they talked about gardens and understanding things. She asked him if she had always lived in the convent, and he told her of course.
That's queer, she said. Wasn't there a big place once? Wasn't there--
No, he said.
She asked about something else, then, because she wouldn't guess. She knew this wasn't a game.
I left this fandom! It isn't allowed to seduce me back! It isn't allowed to dress up like Fantine, and exhibit all the charm of Courfeyrac, the beauty of Enjolras, the persuasive evilness of the Thenardiers, and the bloody dirty "ha ha I screw you!" of musical!Bamatabois! I need an Enjolras right here to plead for my writes and rights! I am not a member of this fandom! Not any more!
Also, I have no time.
I refuse.
But I have a little plotbunny dancing in my head, la!
--NO. No E!/R. No pretty/ugly hate/love hard-to-manage challengey-like-E/E Frenchboy love! NONE.
Arghhh.
*buries face in hands and goes to write more Christmas fic*
EDIT: Random Cosette drabble written for This One Person On Ff.N.
"Games"
She played games with the other girls--what bird am I thinking of?, who has the marble?--special games that took thinking, happened silently between lessons and got looked forward to amusedly; but they all seemed foolish with Father. When she was with her Father, they talked about gardens and understanding things. She asked him if she had always lived in the convent, and he told her of course.
That's queer, she said. Wasn't there a big place once? Wasn't there--
No, he said.
She asked about something else, then, because she wouldn't guess. She knew this wasn't a game.
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Date: 2004-12-21 07:24 pm (UTC)stupidsexy dance* Come baaaack! Come baaaack!*prods icon* Boq wants you to.
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Date: 2004-12-21 08:18 pm (UTC)*bats half-heartedly at Boq and tries to resist his ugly tie*
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Date: 2004-12-21 08:53 pm (UTC)Boq says that please, Miss Soujin, if you could write one fic for me. I'll be waiting right here. All night. *uglytieuglytie*
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Date: 2004-12-22 01:35 pm (UTC)AHHH ugly tie ugly tie! Oh, Boq!
*grumbles and muddles off to start writing*
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Date: 2004-12-21 08:27 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-22 01:34 pm (UTC)But I know what you mean. I just have commitment-phobias.
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Date: 2004-12-22 01:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-22 01:35 pm (UTC)...Er. That means I am.