"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.

[theatre-angel.livejournal.com]

YOUR SUBJECT LINE IS FROM JANE EYRE. *spazflopdie*

I'm going to do both the memes! :-D

1.) I would like an icon!

2.) Fiyero/Elphaba. Moonlight. (I am so sentimental, it astounds me.)

♥

[maranz.livejournal.com]

Oooh, ooh, icon! May I have one, pretty please?

[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.

[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.

[weaselwoman13.livejournal.com]

Jeeves/Wooster. Please. 'T'would make me beam in admiration. :D

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

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

[weaselwoman13.livejournal.com]

Oh, the one word. Ermmm..."spats." ^_^

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I KNOW. Lillie sent me. ^____^

All righty. As usual, icons take second place to fic.

Blue shines silver in the moonlight. Silver and green make stars reflected in marshwater. She doesn't know whether it makes her bitter or innocent that she likes that picture of them, and wants to hold it in her mind.

[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]

Oh, God.

D'you know, yesterday, Jeeves gave away my brand-new camel-coloured spats? I was all ready to give him the cold shoulder, too, not speak a word to him for an age, spurn him proudly and all that, when young Clearham up and told me his sister was admiring them. You know, the one with the terriers? That sister. Well, I don't know what I'd do without the man. I'd have all sorts of wretched clothing I didn't really want.

>_> That was so bad, ha.

[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).

[theatre-angel.livejournal.com]

SQUEAL. Absolutely beautiful.

One more, before I go to bed. :-D Little Red Ridinghood/The Wolf. Candles. (I'm on crack. I know.)

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

ooh. *bounces* meme #2, guildenstern/horatio? ... yes, i know i'm awful. and a word, um -- philosophy?

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

I think it's sweeet!

Helena/Zara. Wax.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

And I totally did it without admitting that I don't remember the book at all. :D Oops.

Oh, I hate you. O_o

His eyes shine like candles out of the dark parts of the forest. White lillies aren't as bright. She reaches out to touch the twin lights, and he takes her hand quick as a breath blowing out the flame, hard and hot and strange.

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

...I love you, but hi, you stole my pairing.

*hijacks* Hiiii Soujin. ICON ME! And um. Hamlet/Horatio. Watermelon. Because meteorspark wouldn't write it.

[weaselwoman13.livejournal.com]

*beams in admiration*

'Twas great. You wrong yourself!

[theatre-angel.livejournal.com]

...

thatwassohot.

Thank you, I love you, and goodnight. ^_^

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

They're both sensible, they're both sane (perhaps), they both make a matched pair with a second man (or boy, maybe he's not grown yet) who's mad. Philosophy wouldn't help him, rhetoric wouldn't help him. They don't give up (but sometimes they give in), because rhetoric could help him and philosophy could help him.

>_>

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*squees* oh, oh! the best thing is it's true. ^_^

... sorry i'm so awful. XD

[phantomsangel.livejournal.com]

Meme #2: Hornblower/Bush. Severe.

*grins*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

... i like the pairing. XD XD

*can't wait to see what's made of hamlet/horatio and watermelon*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*G* Icons second, fic first.

Watermelons don't grow in Denmark (much too cold). A vendor of exotic fruit comes to Wittenburg one day, in the hot part of the summer, when they aren't studying because they wouldn't be able to sort the words out. They are both amazed, although the Prince pretends he isn't. Horatio admits more readily, kissing the pink juice away, marvelling over the smooth black seeds.