"In the Light of the Virgin Morning..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

*is wicked, steals memes from kaliscoo*

MEME #1:
If you want me to make you an icon, comment here and I will make one based on one of your LJ interests. No, you don't get to pick which one. Artist's discretion!

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MEME #2:
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word, and I will write you one line of fic here.

*hums*

Second one especially. Snowy, darling, take your revenge. :D

Comments

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Eeeee, both! Nooow, let me seee... Bwaha.

Cosette/Rina. Fidelity.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Icons later, fic now.

Cosette's laundress has a golden laugh to match her hair. The rest of the world doesn't matter; she laughs for Cosette--and Cosette plays every day in the dirt in the garden, so that she has to have her dresses washed as often as possible.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

XD I forgot the word, gahhhhh. Let me take two.

Fidelity is a word for Rina, faithful Rina. Cosette's word is love. Rina doesn't know which is more important, but she wishes she had an answer, because she doesn't know what she'll decide, the third day seeing the pretty girl's face in her washwater.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Icons! Hi I made two version because I can't decide which one I hate more. :D

[theatre-angel.livejournal.com]

YOUR SUBJECT LINE IS FROM JANE EYRE. *spazflopdie*

I'm going to do both the memes! :-D

1.) I would like an icon!

2.) Fiyero/Elphaba. Moonlight. (I am so sentimental, it astounds me.)

♥

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I KNOW. Lillie sent me. ^____^

All righty. As usual, icons take second place to fic.

Blue shines silver in the moonlight. Silver and green make stars reflected in marshwater. She doesn't know whether it makes her bitter or innocent that she likes that picture of them, and wants to hold it in her mind.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Icon. It is teh bad, though, and I will try to make you a better one presently.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

This is better. Take two.

[maranz.livejournal.com]

Oooh, ooh, icon! May I have one, pretty please?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Iconses! You may have two. :D

[weaselwoman13.livejournal.com]

Jeeves/Wooster. Please. 'T'would make me beam in admiration. :D

[weaselwoman13.livejournal.com]

Oh, the one word. Ermmm..."spats." ^_^

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ooh. *bounces* meme #2, guildenstern/horatio? ... yes, i know i'm awful. and a word, um -- philosophy?

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

...I love you, but hi, you stole my pairing.

*hijacks* Hiiii Soujin. ICON ME! And um. Hamlet/Horatio. Watermelon. Because meteorspark wouldn't write it.

[phantomsangel.livejournal.com]

Meme #2: Hornblower/Bush. Severe.

*grins*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*squints at you* This is wicked.

There's severity in his face, but then there always is. Perhaps there always was. A child with the solemn, harried face of a man with responsibility wouldn't surprise Bush. He isn't afraid of embracing his Captain. He understands that the stern look is not for him.

[bewareofitalics]

Meeee! Even though I don't have any interests listed. You can make them up if you'd like to.

And Bucky/Bungle/Bustopher, brains Orsino/Sebastian, cake.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*g* All righty. Made.

Bungle flicks her crystal tail proudly: that other cat thinks he has all the brains, but you can see hers. In the end, though, it's the third cat, the one with the handsome black suit of fur, who finds a place where they can dine. She and Bucky like to hiss and spit at each other, but Bustopher insists they behave at his club, so the three of them finally walk together, mismatched and perfectly suited.

Sebastian loves the ocean, although it nearly killed him, nearly stole his sister away for-ever. He doesn't know why he loves it anyway. One morning he comes home with sea salt caked under his fingernails, and finds his sister's husband waiting at his house. "Good morrow, my Lord," he says. Orsino kisses him without preamble. "Sebastian is nearer Cesario than Viola." Sebastian afterwards wishes the world away. Viola is nearer Cesario than Sebastian to his wife. Why don't they just trade? He will go back to the sea; he loves it. It is the only thing that wanted him for who he is.

[and-i.livejournal.com]

Icon meeeeee. Please.

Jack Hammond/William Bush. Gentleman.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Coming soon. :D

Good heavens, you people are insane.

Jack Hammond thinks that because his father is Black Charlie Hammond, because on shore he's a pale-faced gentleman, because he's new and young and pretty, that he ought to be given special courtesy and helped at least a little. When Bush shouts orders at him and lectures him personally, hard lectures alone or where everyone can hear, he thinks he's being treated the opposite. Captain Hornblower knows William; he wouldn't take such pains if he didn't like the boy.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Why hello, Miss! :D You can't do meme #1 for me, because my LJ has no interests.! *vaguely proud beaming*

...As for meme #2 -- Irma Boissy / Gertrude. Asphalt.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I'm clever, though. I can manage.

...Gahhhhh.

The pretty little French seamstress who comes to court enchants Gertrude. She never had a daughter, a sister, or--or-- (If asphalt were invented then, the girl's eyes would be that smokey grey-black. If coloured parachutes were invented then, the girl's smile would be that flash of colour. If Asian Pears were invented then, their white fruit would match the skin of her hands.) At once, she realises how sadly lacking her wardrobe is. The pretty little French seamstress is happy to oblige, to oblige, or--or-- (to oblige)

Sadist. Also, I don't think Irma Boissy really was a seamstress, but I can't remember.

[tyriangalley.livejournal.com]

*comments*

Errrrm. Justin/Rina. Liberty.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Ha, ha! Easy one! *dances victoriously*

Justin changes his mind, although they don't know that. They think he's steady, steady in his madness. It's not true. To-day he wants liberty for all of Westmark, to-morrow he wants it for himself. Yesterday he wanted to kill the queen, the day before he wanted to destroy the world. In a week, his mind will have changed seven times, and on Sunday, he will want nothing, nothing, nothing except Rina, and her laugh that is honest about changing.

[elenlaurelin.livejournal.com]

Fic me! Sydney Carton/Dorian Gray. Salt. ; D

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

You're insane and evil! *flails*

He spills the salt by mistake as he reaches for his glass, lifts his hand to toss a little over his shoulder, creature of habit although he doesn't believe in devils. The beautiful boy who bought his drinks for him stays him, long smooth fingers around hard stained fingers. "Don't." So Sydney kisses him instead.

[flameofdeath.livejournal.com]

Enjolras/Grantaire.

Yeah, surprised? ^^

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

What, no word? :D

The fight will never end, perhaps. It's between night and day, sunlight and candlelight and lamplight and starlight, his own bitter voice and someone else's fair one, and the green-coloured dreams and the rose-coloured images. There's no pull between happiness and misery, only cynicism and belief, because nothing makes sense after a bottle or two, but Enjolras is beautiful enough to break a heart of bottle-glass when he whispers scornful words around his kisses.

[mhari.livejournal.com]

Ooooh, icon me!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

What, no crack? Are you feeling all right?

[anima-mecanique.livejournal.com]

ahahahah. You can do #1 for me, and for #2....Um, um, um, um, um, I want to say Phileas/Passepartout because I keep finding false starts for fics of that nature on my computer, but um. So I guess we'll go with that?

I'm kind of tired. Gaming convention and all.

[anima-mecanique.livejournal.com]

Oh, there's supposed to be word.

Um.

How about let's go with the fate of all my fics. "False start".

I guess that's two words.

Dammit.

[karla-yonit.livejournal.com]

I feel awkward asking, because I don't know you well, but:

Courfeyrac/Feuilly. :) Word: phoenix. (random)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's quite all right.

"What in hell are you doing here?" Feuilly demanded. "Rising like a phoenix from the ashes, except that I'm a Courfeyrac rising from your doorstep." "Why?" "To bend you backwards with a passionate kiss, of course. Really. What else would one do on Sunday morning before mass after rising like a phoenix from the ashes on a Feuilly's doorstep."

[la-lanterne.livejournal.com]

You're baaack! I missed you. And then I stopped looking for new posts here becuase it was so depressing. And you came back and I didn't notice.

Sorry. I'm overreacting. But! Everybody I know is leaving! To Oslo and Sterling and Dijon and Amsterdam. And... somewhere in Germany. And I'm leaving too, but not that far, but you have to go by boat OMG! *flails*

Ahem. Memes.

1. Yes please!

2. Azelma. Corset.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^__^ I'm back! You silly girl, how could you miss me?

Aaaack. Boat? O_O Where are you going?

1. Just a moment, svp.

2. She found the torn thing in a rubbish heap somewhere. She had always wanted to be a lady. When she came home, her father demanded to know what was under her clothes, then tore it off and burnt it, exclaiming with fury over his idiot of a daugter. That night, Azelma cried herself to sleep mourning for the tattered corset.

[tiamatschild.livejournal.com]

Okies! Icon me. :)

Let's see... Nemo, "spring".

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

A moment one!

He does not come out from beneath the waters. He only knows what season it is because he marks off the days. Some men have flowers and new growth in which to see spring; Nemo has his charts and secrets.

One is that his children loved flowers.

[mhari.livejournal.com]

Okay, then... Rina/Connie. "Light".

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*facepalms* Timelines do not love me.

For a few years now, she had been falling in love with someone new every week, never confessing, but obvious enough with her smiles and blushes and the way she did her best to please. One day, though, someone paid her sister with a Regian coin, and Rina begged to look at it, holding it to the light so she could stare at the tarnished picture.
This time things different. The boy whose profile was stamped in the metal could not see her smiles and did not know how she wanted to please him, but he didn't turn her down when she told him, blushing, that she loved him so.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*pounces* That's--oh. That's very sweet.

Oh! I see. *tilts head* Oooh, rather. ^_^

No, it's quite all right! It is. Thank you.