"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

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't that be amazing? :D

...Why am I not surprised?

Neither of them spoke, although both of them had a query in their eyes. He was standing, holding the pole on the trolley; she was crouched on the floor on her hands and knees. Suddenly, her solemn face broke into a smile. Harbert beamed back. He could not know it was the first time since her mother had gone.

Uck. Also, my timeline does not win. And 'gone' means 'OMG Tateh threw her out of the house!'.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

It would be! =D

...oh, I dunno... XD


Awwwwwwww! Psh, timeline. What's that?

Rina/Zara "store"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Wouldn't it? ^_________~

:D :D :D

Okay, thank you.

"What's that supposed to be?" Zara stares skeptically at the bunches of clover in Rina's pockets, white flowers and greens leaves.
"It's good luck. It'll keep me safe," Rina smiles.
"You idiot, you'll need more than that to keep you safe in Eschbach."
"My mother set store by it--"
Suddenly Zara kisses her, sharp and quick. "I don't give a damn about your mother. Don't get hurt."

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Heck yes.

AWwwwwwwwwwwwwwwWWWWWWWWWwWWWWwWWWwwwwwwwwWW! Zara's so, so cute. I mean, in a really, like... 'I'mma bite you!' way.

Mother/Younger Brother (but not like... as a pairing. ew. Also, guess what I'm listening to? XD) "vow"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^_____^

*eeps* Thaaaank you.

She vows they will speak more often. They don't. (When she was small, she vowed she would always love him best. She doesn't.) Then one day he goes to Mexico, and she is a breaker of vows (that she has already broken).

That was wonky. Also, was it really Mexico where he went?

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Oohhh. I like it, though. And I think it was Mexico. Or maybe California. But whatever.

Hmmm. Tinman/Boq. XD "truth"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Whatever. :D

AHHHH. I CAN'T DO THAT. I don't know the canon!

"Tell the truth," Boq protested, not really accusing. "You can't have been a Munchkin, you're too tall." "Not too tall," the Tin Man tells him.

XD Bad romance novel lines ahoy.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Well, you did fine. XDD

XDD! I'll show you bad romance novel lines, woman.

Lise/Zara. XD "speak"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

That's because I didn't actually write anything. XD

Ha, you can't beat me. I've actually read romance novels. :D And believe me, there is nothing better for a laugh. cough.

For the first time, the woman in the bakery speaks to the dressmaker. It's nothing more than good afternoon, but the dressmaker pulls at the tight cuffs of her blue dress and fixes her with a hard stare. Ragueneau would back down from it, Lise thinks. But Ragueneau is a fool. That look is one of her own, and she knows what it means. She nods curtly. They can read each other's angles.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Oh, I have too, dear. XD We read them at parties. XDD


Ooooooooohhhh! O. T. P. Guh. You win.

the Baker/Ragueneau "small"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

XD Oh, well, then. I lose!

:D :D :D :D

He came into the shop timidly, closing the door behind him with a small click. Ragueneau looked up from the poetry he was writing on a paper sack. "Sir--I'd like to borrow some flour. I'm a baker myself, but we have no money for supplies--I'll pay you as soon as I sell something--" Ragueneau sent him off with a basket of things. He simply wouldn't tell Lise.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

psh. You do not. XD

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! look, you made me abuse exclamation points!!

Bahorel/Rosa Bud "trimmed"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

:D I can't write the Baker, though. I should stick with Ragueneau.

He was a big, burly man who never trimmed his beard if he could help it, and could lift her up easily, with his hands around her tiny waist. Rosa, ten years old, laughed and tried to tease him, but he kissed her cheek and she couldn't. He was her second cousin, her third cousin, something, maybe, she didn't know? When they wrote her (she was sixteen then) and told her he had been killed, she wouldn't laugh for three days.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Can too, woman.

Oohhhhhh. That's so... that's so Rosa. XD

Feuilly/Jehan (since you never REALLY wrote it XD) "June"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Can't. :P

^___^

(AHH WICKED)

Jehan, for all his blushing silliness, truly took his poetry seriously. He could write good verse, very good verse, if a little unoriginal sometimes, and it was the one thing he didn't have words to explain. Feuilly somehow realised this; when, one night in June, Jehan tried to tell him about what it was like to write poetry, he knew he was receiving a gift, and he nodded solemnly.

Then he snogged Jehan senseless.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Can toooo!


XD! Feuilly's really not conductive to slash, like... at all, is he? I've noticed this recently. Maybe it's just my stick-up-the-arse Feuilly. XD

Oohhh, I had some brilliant idea last night, but now I can't remember it for the life of me. XD

Valjean and Tholomyes (not slash, 'cos that'd just be... wierd. in a wierd, wierd way) "tell"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Can nooooooot.

XD No. He's not. It's just-- *snorts*

I'm sure I'm much safer that way. :D :D

"I can't tell you how pleased I am to meet the man who's done so much for this little town," Tholomyes says, sounding more amused than pleased. 'This little town'. He doesn't care for it at all. He is, however, in his old age, a great patron of the church. M. Madeleine nods quietly, without much friendliness, and accepts his donation for the clergy.

Ewww. That's bad. XD

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Pshaw. Is nooot.

Rosa/Cosette "bloom"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Is toooooo. :D

"Rosa, what a pretty name!"
"It's terribly silly," Rosa pouts, tucking her feet beneath her and looking pretty in her dissatisfaction. Cosette laughs, and kisses the bloom of colour in her cheeks.
"Nonsense. It's lovely."

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Gavroche/Weasel. "pallor"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*baleful look*

The birdcage of Weasel's ribs swells with pride as he swaggers around the streets after Sparrow, wearing one of Theo's old jackets, sent him from Napolita with a note he's just learning to read. When the urchin just his age snatches it from his thin shoulders, he begins to turn pallid with indignant rage. "Leave it," says Sparrow. "Don't be stupid." But Weasel chases after the boy.

augh bad bad bad.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Is noooot. You do eeeeverything well.

Alan Campbell/Torrens (=P) "luck"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

...Oh. God. No.

I don't--I can't--AHHHHH.

There was one young man Torrens remembered from the last concert. He attended to help the queen; this young man, who sat without speaking to anyone around him, came only for the music, he thought. This time the young man looked wearier than before, drawn--Torrens surprised himself by thinking that with any luck, no one would intrude, for as the music began the young man's face already softened.

Wording bad.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Noooo. That one was mean. XD But you did it so welllll!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

It was mean, you're right. *flounces*

:D Thank youuu.