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Soujin ([personal profile] psalm_onethirtyone) wrote2005-08-21 12:42 am

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

*is wicked, steals memes from [livejournal.com profile] 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

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)
You know, the OPTs are sometimes harder. *G*

His eyes are full of fury, but he smiles at her. Rina looks away; it isn't him. He calls her Lapwing and she misunderstands him, just this once: she thinks it means her doesn't love her any longer.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooooh! But it's so goood!

Witz/Mickle! Ahaha. Forgiving.

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahhhhhhh! Crossover with whaaat? I'm afraid I'm going to repeat myself. XD

Harbert/Rina. "Melody."

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
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)

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
: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.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Oooo, you should!

Well then. This time, Montparnasse/Raoul. "weave"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
What did I ever do to you, anyway?

The streetlamps make a pattern on the cobblestones like a loose, bad weaving, or from this angle golden puddles. He likes the gold better. He likes the smooth-faced sailor lad best. A boy like that is easiest to rob, and pretty enough that he'll take more than money.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
You keep making me write Neb! XD

Cosette/Marius (laaame, but how I love it. XD) bad puns "father"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
I LIKE NEB!

Awwwww.

"Marius, oh, Marius, you're a father!" She kissed him happily when the doctor finally let him in. Marius stared. He had just gotten used to being a husband.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-21 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
I DO TOO! But that doesn't mean I like writing him. XD

Aww. Poor, bewildered Marius. So cuuuute. *fluffles him*

Clarion/Edwin Drood. "stockings"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-22 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
XD Oh, very well, you silly picky girl. Hmph.

:D

...Oh, my GOD.

Instead of going to Egypt, Eddy takes the train to the last place it stops. He unloads himself at the station and stands, rumpled and tousled, on the platform. His stockings are falling down around his ankles and his coat is wrinkled, and when the beautifully-dressed gentleman pounces him and demands to know what travesty of good clothing he thinks he's committing, Eddy is perfectly willing to let the gentleman do his worst.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-22 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
......
.................... *DIES* THAT IS SO GREAT. XDD

Mother's Younger Brother/Justin "righteous"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-22 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
NO IT IS NOT.

I hate you.

"Are you righteous?" Justin demands, flashing gold and violet in the light of fire and guns going off. He is an angel of honour and battle and truth and death.
"I can make a grenade," Younger Brother says.
"Join us."
Justin is just a man now, but Younger Brother isn't sure he minds.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-22 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Ahhhhhh yes they ARE!

Stock/Erik. "Engineer"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
AUGH.

Ugly man, he thinks. (Tragic figure!, he thinks.) But he could write words... (And he can write music!) He engineers a plan to capture the poet but (the poet is already captured).

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
I'M NOT TRYING TO BE EVIL. ;__;

Witz/Marius. fanboy "travel"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
OH YEAH?

"Theodule?" he asks, before he shakes his head. Why would Theodule be here? Theodule hates travel. But the young fellow in uniform has already turned and smiled and then blushed. Marius extends his hand. "Sorry. My mistake."

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
I SWEAAAAAR ;_____;

Aww, cute.

Grewgious/Florian. "List."

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
OH. MY. GOD. HOW CAN YOU STAND THERE BRAZENLY AND SAY THAT AFTER ASKING FOR THE BELOW PAIRING, WOMAN?

He was not at all sure who had convinced him it was a good idea to teach a class on law at some unknown school in a backwater country, but evidently whomever it was had a convincing argument. As he entered the building, a young man with a sprinkling of pockmarks approached him. "Ah, sir. I see you received my letter..."

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, I confess that that one... that one was evil. But so cuuuute. XD

Justitia/Combeferre "rule"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, it was. XD I forgot the keyword, too. I'm sorry.

"How can one man have rule over another?" "Sometimes, it can't be helped." "What do you mean?" "There's tyranny of the heart in many forms, ami."

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That's okay. I forgive you. XD

Oooooohhh. I like. =)

Zara/Lise "flower"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-23 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
How benevolent.

Yay!

They both have such pinched faces, such bitter looks. The woman in the bakery stares at the dressmaker, a dressmaker who wears ugly black and has never bloomed. The woman in the bakery wears dirty grey and has never been able to flower. They are two of the same kind of woman, and they see it in the way that neither of them smile. The dressmaker gives her coins like a hasty, awkward gift, and the woman in the bakery hands over the loaf of bread like an offering.