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kaliscoo made for me. You don't know how much it hurt. Oh, dear, oh.
We watched Singin' in the Rain! ^________^ I heart this film to such a degree I can hardly believe it. I mean, really. I don't think I love it quite so much as I love Arsenic and Old Lace, though.
*considers* People on my flist who I think would like Arsenic and Old Lace:
cimmerianwillow
lillieoz
kaliscoo
mhari
anima_mecanique
weaselwoman13 is not eligible for this list. I already know she likes it. :P
Typically, my inbox is already all filled up again. Honestly, you lot. *is just kidding, though!*
...I have a fic to write for which I have inspiration. I shall now go and write it. After all, I am trying to stay internet-shy until closer to twelve o'clock, so that I can justify being on at two o'clock for Kali. *loses*
EDIT: All right, this is "the fic for which I have inspiration", and verily it is bad, but I'm posting it because I'm an attention-whore and I lose even more than I claimed to previously. It is also very ridiculous. At any rate, Kali wrote Prometheus/Cosette, so I wrote
He was the tallest boy she'd ever seen. He was so tall that he looked like a giant--the tall people on the street were level with his shoulders, and most people only came to his chest. She'd never seen anybody that tall in her whole life, and she stared.
He was a smiling boy, with big eyes and a big smile that stretched out his face. Eponine'd never seen anybody smile like that. He smiled like he was happy, but not like the way 'Parnasse or her father smiled, not a smile that you'd be afraid of. He smiled like he loved everything and you ought to love him for it.
Eponine didn't think about loving him, though. She wondered how long it was before somebody killed him.
When he walked, everybody looked at him. Nobody could help it, probably--he was so tall! and he smiled like that! Eponine waited for somebody to trip him or try to pick his pocket. He was smiling too big.
When he walked past her, she crept after him, watching. She couldn't help it. She wanted to see what was going to happen to him. She had never seen anybody that tall, ever. He was thin, too. He was like a streetlamp or something. She followed him into the Rue d'Etoile before he turned around and smiled right at her, so big she thought his face was going to be all swallowed up in the smile.
"Hi!" he said.
"I'm lookin' for my brother," Eponine said quickly, doing her best to look as though she'd been doing exactly that.
"You've got a brother? That's great! I've got a brother, too! He's the best guy in the whole wide world!"
Eponine stopped for a minute and looked at him. She decided he'd probably get killed a day earlier than she'd thought at first. "Huh?" she said. "Yes?"
"Yeah! He's so great--guess what he did!"
She shook her head.
The tall boy smiled again, even wider. She hadn't even guessed he could smile wider than he had before. "He gave fire to everybody! He went right up on Mount Olympus and he brought back fire for everybody!"
"Not me, he didn't," Eponine said.
"He did! He brought it for everybody!"
"Right," Eponine said. "That's why I'm sitting here cold."
His face fell. It was mad how that great big smile just went, just like that, and all of sudden was gone. All of a sudden, his face looked a lot thinner. "Oh," he said.
She shrugged her skinny shoulders and rubbed her arms.
He looked at the ground. She thought it must be a long, long way to look, since he was so tall.
"...Wouldja like some of my fudge?" he asked, right out of no where, looking up again. Eponine blinked.
"What's that?"
"It's really good!"
She shrugged again. "All right."
With a lot of fuss, he went through the pockets of his clothes--he turned out to have a lot more pockets in that waistcoat than Eponine would ever've thought anybody could manage--and pulled out a package wrapt up in paper and string. He undid the string, and offered her whatever was in the package. Eponine took it out slowly.
"What's that?"
"It's great! I promise! You can have all you want!"
"What is it, though?"
"It's fudge!"
She gave up, then. It wasn't any use--he wasn't going to make any sense. She broke off a bit of the brown stuff in the package and smelled it. Food. Just last night, her father'd said they wouldn't have anything to eat for a week if 'Zelma and she didn't do their jobs better. A week was a long time.
She ate it.
He watched, wide-eyed.
"Hey," she said. "It's good."
"You can have it all, if you want! I don't have any fire, but that's okay, I guess--I'm not cool like he is! But you can have it all! It's really good, isn't it great?" He smiled again, a bigger smile than any of the times before, a bigger smile than maybe anybody'd ever smiled before, so big it had to hurt. Eponine stood and looked at him for a minute, and let the funny, warmish taste of the stuff he'd given her spread in her mouth. It was good. She didn't understand-- but it was good.
Slowly, she smiled back.
kaliscoo made for me. You don't know how much it hurt. Oh, dear, oh.We watched Singin' in the Rain! ^________^ I heart this film to such a degree I can hardly believe it. I mean, really. I don't think I love it quite so much as I love Arsenic and Old Lace, though.
*considers* People on my flist who I think would like Arsenic and Old Lace:
cimmerianwillowlillieozkaliscoomharianima_mecaniqueweaselwoman13 is not eligible for this list. I already know she likes it. :PTypically, my inbox is already all filled up again. Honestly, you lot. *is just kidding, though!*
...I have a fic to write for which I have inspiration. I shall now go and write it. After all, I am trying to stay internet-shy until closer to twelve o'clock, so that I can justify being on at two o'clock for Kali. *loses*
EDIT: All right, this is "the fic for which I have inspiration", and verily it is bad, but I'm posting it because I'm an attention-whore and I lose even more than I claimed to previously. It is also very ridiculous. At any rate, Kali wrote Prometheus/Cosette, so I wrote
He was the tallest boy she'd ever seen. He was so tall that he looked like a giant--the tall people on the street were level with his shoulders, and most people only came to his chest. She'd never seen anybody that tall in her whole life, and she stared.
He was a smiling boy, with big eyes and a big smile that stretched out his face. Eponine'd never seen anybody smile like that. He smiled like he was happy, but not like the way 'Parnasse or her father smiled, not a smile that you'd be afraid of. He smiled like he loved everything and you ought to love him for it.
Eponine didn't think about loving him, though. She wondered how long it was before somebody killed him.
When he walked, everybody looked at him. Nobody could help it, probably--he was so tall! and he smiled like that! Eponine waited for somebody to trip him or try to pick his pocket. He was smiling too big.
When he walked past her, she crept after him, watching. She couldn't help it. She wanted to see what was going to happen to him. She had never seen anybody that tall, ever. He was thin, too. He was like a streetlamp or something. She followed him into the Rue d'Etoile before he turned around and smiled right at her, so big she thought his face was going to be all swallowed up in the smile.
"Hi!" he said.
"I'm lookin' for my brother," Eponine said quickly, doing her best to look as though she'd been doing exactly that.
"You've got a brother? That's great! I've got a brother, too! He's the best guy in the whole wide world!"
Eponine stopped for a minute and looked at him. She decided he'd probably get killed a day earlier than she'd thought at first. "Huh?" she said. "Yes?"
"Yeah! He's so great--guess what he did!"
She shook her head.
The tall boy smiled again, even wider. She hadn't even guessed he could smile wider than he had before. "He gave fire to everybody! He went right up on Mount Olympus and he brought back fire for everybody!"
"Not me, he didn't," Eponine said.
"He did! He brought it for everybody!"
"Right," Eponine said. "That's why I'm sitting here cold."
His face fell. It was mad how that great big smile just went, just like that, and all of sudden was gone. All of a sudden, his face looked a lot thinner. "Oh," he said.
She shrugged her skinny shoulders and rubbed her arms.
He looked at the ground. She thought it must be a long, long way to look, since he was so tall.
"...Wouldja like some of my fudge?" he asked, right out of no where, looking up again. Eponine blinked.
"What's that?"
"It's really good!"
She shrugged again. "All right."
With a lot of fuss, he went through the pockets of his clothes--he turned out to have a lot more pockets in that waistcoat than Eponine would ever've thought anybody could manage--and pulled out a package wrapt up in paper and string. He undid the string, and offered her whatever was in the package. Eponine took it out slowly.
"What's that?"
"It's great! I promise! You can have all you want!"
"What is it, though?"
"It's fudge!"
She gave up, then. It wasn't any use--he wasn't going to make any sense. She broke off a bit of the brown stuff in the package and smelled it. Food. Just last night, her father'd said they wouldn't have anything to eat for a week if 'Zelma and she didn't do their jobs better. A week was a long time.
She ate it.
He watched, wide-eyed.
"Hey," she said. "It's good."
"You can have it all, if you want! I don't have any fire, but that's okay, I guess--I'm not cool like he is! But you can have it all! It's really good, isn't it great?" He smiled again, a bigger smile than any of the times before, a bigger smile than maybe anybody'd ever smiled before, so big it had to hurt. Eponine stood and looked at him for a minute, and let the funny, warmish taste of the stuff he'd given her spread in her mouth. It was good. She didn't understand-- but it was good.
Slowly, she smiled back.
