"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.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Jean Prouvaire/ Courfeyrac. "Arch." Not in a sexual way, I hope, but... XD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

"You want poetry? A rainbow is a cat of many colours arching its back," Courfeyrac says, cheerfully senseless. Jehan likes cheerfully senseless. Courfeyrac saves him from himself, and the melancholy he sinks in for girls he's only seen in passing, whose names he's never known, whose faces he believes he loves.

That so does not work.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

It does so work! Aww. 'Raaac. Ummm... ummmm...

Valjean/Crisparkle. Piqued.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Augh.

...I hate you.

The old man who prayed at his chapel made Crisparkle pause and smile. At one time it would have piqued his curiousity, but now he was content to let an unknown wanderer search for solace. God's love is greater than man's (but Crisparkle would have liked to give the old man with sad, tired eyes communion from his own hands).

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

I think it's sweeet!

Helena/Zara. Wax.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

augh.

Two proud girls, but one of them pretends she belongs and the other one takes pains she doesn't. Helena is sorry for this new girl, because she burns like a flame and she burns everybody who's around her, and they all want to put her out to give themselves a bit of peace. Helena, though, Helena is smooth as wax, and she flows around the flame safely. She's just as proud and Zara trusts an equal; Helena trusts too. They are together one tall proud candle.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Oooo, I like it!

Lise/the Baker. Ahaha. Scavenge.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I hate you! What goes on in your head, woman? That's not even my fandom!

Lise never used to buy bread. Ragueneau made it fresh every morning with her help. Now her musketeer is away all the time with his regiment, and she buys her bread. She hates it.
The Baker is afraid of her but admires her sharp tongue. He gives her the freshest loaves.
Lise has baked bread long enough to know that, but she's never been loved enough to know why.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Because then you write pretty, pretty, pretty things like that, which kill me ded!

Something easy for my poor Soujin. XD Er, well, easier. Philippe and Raoul. Not slash because that'd be... ew. "Objection."

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Noooooooo.

XD

Philippe has no objection to Raoul going to sea; in fact, he'd like it. It'll be good for the boy. What he does mind is that Raoul says he won't write letters. I'll have no time, he says, they'll get lost, he says, and you won't need to hear from me all the time, anyway. He wrong, though. Philippe would give the world to know Raoul is safe.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Awwwww! That's so awwwwwwwww!

Ummm... Stock/Ragueneau! Cobweb.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, my God. O_O

The first poet spent all morning writing verse about cobwebs. The second poet worked through noon making one out of pastry and chocolate dewdrops. At one o'clock they traded works of art, and each thought the other the cleverest poet in the world.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Am I accidentally just choosing evil ones over and over? XD Lise and Stock chatted the other day. It was... exciting. XD And awwww! That is so sweeeeeet.

Marius/Gideon Spillett. (for, you know, a switch XD) Congested. Which is such a gross word, I apologize. Blame the dictionary.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Probably. XD Omg, do you have a transcript or something? *wibbly puppy eyes* and, er, thank you. :D

O_O How do you do it?

Getting old meant getting ill; Marius sighed, and rubbed his stiff hands. The cold in his chest left him congested yet, and his knees had become arthritic. For all that, though, he did not mean to collapse in the street. He was glad Cosette was not there to see. When he came to, he was being tended to by a red-haired boy who smiled politely and said his name was Gideon. Marius repeated it with an accent, and the red-haired boy nodded. Something in his eyes made Marius safe.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ummmm. Sq might?

Ooooohhh! Awwww! That is just... wahhh. I'm so pathetic. I hate thinking of Marius and Cosette getting old.

Okay! This one will NOT BE EVIL. Umm... um...! Joly/Bossuet! Ahaha! "Tendency."

[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

[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]

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

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

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

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*G* Yours too?