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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 2005-08-25 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-25 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
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"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-25 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
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

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-25 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Pshaw. Is nooot.

Rosa/Cosette "bloom"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
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."

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Gavroche/Weasel. "pallor"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
*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.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
Is noooot. You do eeeeverything well.

Alan Campbell/Torrens (=P) "luck"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
...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.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Noooo. That one was mean. XD But you did it so welllll!

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
It was mean, you're right. *flounces*

:D Thank youuu.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
...hahaha. I forgot to ask a pairing.

I'll do a nice one this time. Er, try.

Neville/Rosa "soft"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
XD Yes.

Ooooh.

"Oh, but, Mister Landless," she protests, hiding her blush behind her hands, "it isn't proper at all for me to walk with you, and you know it quite well! I do wish you would not--"
His voice is soft. "I can't very well tell you I love you with someone about, can I?"

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
......................................................


....I... I'd give you another pairing, but... I think... I think I've died.


Ooohhhh. So... awwwww.

Rosa/Neville "wait"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
*eeps and beams* Thank you!

Neville, when he visited, would wait outside until Helena came down, but if she had not brought Rosa with her, he would not move. They would talk where they stood, under the second-floor window, where any girl in the dormitories could look down and see them.
She often did.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
OoooOOOOooooooOoooOooOOOOoohhhhh. You WIN at this pairing. Augh. XD <333

It's late and I'm uncreative. But tell me if you want me to try and be original. XD

the same. "smooth"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
:D :D :D I'm glad you're so pleased.

Eh, at some point I want more Westmark, but we can go with this for a few dozen posts. XD After all, I sort of REALLY OWE YOU OMG for the Fish/Courfeyrac.

Rosa has got a new dress, but Helena is nowhere to be found and of course Eddy isn't there. The others girls have already seen by now. She leans out the window to sigh, and catches sight of someone familiar in the street. "Mister Landless!" He looks up. "Oh, do stay there, wait just a moment!" She turns and dashes down the stairs in the most unladylike way, joyfully touching the smooth satin of her pink sleeves.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

Red Cockade/...other Red Cockade. That sounds really strange. XD "cause"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
:D Logic? What logic?

Ooooh! YES!

Before he leaves, she mends his shirt one last time, cooks him supper. She doesn't feel like the housewife her actress mother always warned her against becoming. She is his wife. It is his cause. He thumbs the stitch in his sleeve, puts down his fork, and before he leaves he kisses her; he is her husband.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
;___; *pets them, waaah*

Squishy said I had to ask for--

Rosa/Helena "merry"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
The angst, o! but it's such nice, angst, eee!

Tell Squishy to stay out of it or ask for her own crack, woman! XD

"Oh, Happy Christmas," Rosa cried, waking Helena up by climbing onto her bed and throwing her arms around her neck. "Do get up! Eddy has promised to come by and give us both gifts, and it is to be so lovely!"
"You're terribly pretty when you're in such a merry humour." Helena kissed her cheek.
Rosa kissed her mouth, shyly.
The day before she and Eddy had broken their engagement.

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Awwwww! They are soooo secret lesbian lovers, man.

Florian/Zara "tell"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
:D I knowww.

That is not the thing to request when I'm trying to write Zara/Liberation and they won't snog because she's mad for Florian, yo.

Zara watches impassively as Torrens searches Florian's body for the bullet. She stands by the wall, without saying anything, with an air of protection, as if she's making sure he doesn't suddenly try to assassinate Florian with the thing--whatever it is--he's using to prod around. Torrens prods; he prods again; Florian, feverish, lets out a gasp and cries "Zara!", lost a little in a ragged breath. She starts forward.
"What? Tell me!"
Torrens shakes his head. "He's ill. He can't hear you. He doesn't know what he's said."
"Yes, he does," Zara whispers fiercely, not resuming her place by the wall. "He wants me. I won't leave."
"I didn't ask that," Torrens says, still searching for the bullet.
"I'm telling him, not you."

[identity profile] snowyofthenight.livejournal.com 2005-08-27 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
...sorry. XD

Ooohhhhh. I love your Zara so, so much.

Lise/Zara. XD "smell"

[identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com 2005-08-28 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
^_~ You're forgiven.

:D Awww, thank you! I don't. I want to smack her. XD

The smell of bread baking fills Ragueneau's shop, but he isn't there to smell it. He's off somewhere Lise doesn't care about reading poetry with some people she doesn't care to know. She taps the counter and wishes for someone to come, just to keep her busy.
The dressmaker looks through the shop window and sees the woman in the bakery, tapping impatiently. She smiles a tight, sharp smile and pushes open the door.