"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

[tyriangalley.livejournal.com]

Theo says whenever! And blows kisses. Because he's being very silly to-day.


And..just...GUH. I love it. Yes I do. ♥♥♥

Hmm. Theo/Stock, soup. XD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Mickle says, to-night? And catches them, and puts them in her smock pockets, and laughs like a girl.

Yay!

Later, De Roth stood nervously by the door and looked at the floor. Stock grinned at him cheerfully. "Thanks. I--it was good of you to give me your soup." "Nonsense. I do whatever Florian tells me. Besides, it's no sacrifice for someone like you." "Like me?" Stock gave him another friendly look and nodded. "I'll have a poem for you by to-morrow." De Roth blushed awkwardly.

[elenlaurelin.livejournal.com]

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

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

This is better. Take two.

[tyriangalley.livejournal.com]

Theo's kicking me because I don't know if we'll be on to-night. But we shall most definitely try. If not to-night, then to-morrow afternoon?

Mwah.

AWWW. *huggles them* Adorable boys.

[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.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

We're never on during the day, but to-morrow night?

:D

That was fun.

[tyriangalley.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a plan, my dearest darlingest!

:D I'm glad! And I'll stop spamming you now. XD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Okay! ^_________^

:D Spam is good.

[elenlaurelin.livejournal.com]

OMG, it soooo works! <3 Shoooo cute they are!

[flameofdeath.livejournal.com]

Enjolras/Grantaire.

Yeah, surprised? ^^

[flameofdeath.livejournal.com]

Sydney Carton! *swoons*

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Oooooh! But it's so goood!

Witz/Mickle! Ahaha. Forgiving.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Madwoman. :D

[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.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

My typos are terribly, though. XD

Oh, man. CROSS ME OVER. LIEK WHOA.

At first she's too angry to understand anything--she needed him (but it's more than that, she wanted him, she loved him, he wasn't a nameless soldier any longer)--but she was always forgiving, and she soon isn't angry at all, and understands everything. For a few days it breaks her heart, and years later it still makes her quiet with regret.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ahhhhhhh! Crossover with whaaat? I'm afraid I'm going to repeat myself. XD

Harbert/Rina. "Melody."

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Aaaahhh, but they're so cuuuute! XD Which were the two interests?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's Howl's Moving Castle, that's all. And I made a bad pun.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Oooh. Oooooh! *loses at puns*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Just uuuuuuuse your imagination. We share, what, five fandoms at least? Go mad. Phantom of the Opera, Edwin Drood, Westmark, Les Mis, TMI. Pah. Mix'n'Match. :D

She's so beautiful! She's like a flower, like a butterfly, like the first eight notes of a melody his mother used to sing, like the way Pencroff says the sun looks when it catches in a white sail at evening. Harbert stares at her in wonder, unable to look away, studying her like his favourite books, until she catches sight of him, blushes, and looks down at her tub of dirty water in shame.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

XD My father's gift to me. His are much worse, of course.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW! Aaaaah! That's so cuuuuuuuuute!


Ahahaha! I just thought of ANOTHER we share. But I don't know if you've ever written fic for it, so I'll give you an alternative.

Howl/Enjolras, "glisten"

(alt, in case you, like, detest that one passionately XD Montparnasse/Raoul. Same word)

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

I think it's a requirement to BE a father. Bad puns.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

:D I want to make that one longer, actually. Harbert and Rina are meant for each other. They truly are.

:D Ah, yes. That one.

They think Enjolras is unaware of his beauty, but they often think things that are incorrect. The tall young man whose ears are marked with glistening stones, whose eyes are the very same colour of blue, who offers his magic and enchants them all, sparks jealousy like a horseshoe striking the street. Luckily, he has more then enough magic about him, and with a secret smile like a falling star, he enchants Enjolras, too, though with kisses instead of handkerchiefs pulled out of the air.