"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]

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]

Oooh.

I know; they always make me sad.

He has a tendency to kiss Joly while laughing, while makes Joly smile and complain both at once.

One line. :D

Ask me some more Westmark ones, blast you. I'm much better with those. CROSS ME OVER UNTIL IT HURTS, YO.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

OKAY! Ummmmmm...

Theo/Marius! XD Er, require.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*FLAIL*

Theo meets the threadbare young man in a city somewhere outside of Westmark, and begins to sketch him immediately. Marius meets the young man with the set of pencils in a bystreet in Paris, and stands still when he realises he's being drawn. Their eyes meet once, and Theo throws away his first eight tries, afraid they aren't good enough; Marius pulls on his cuffs anxiously, wishing they weren't so embarrassingly short.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwwww!

Er... Rina/Justin. XD Easy things, yay. Fury.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

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.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Oooooh! But it's so goood!

Witz/Mickle! Ahaha. Forgiving.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

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.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ahhhhhhh! Crossover with whaaat? I'm afraid I'm going to repeat myself. XD

Harbert/Rina. "Melody."

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

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.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

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)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

: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.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Oooo, you should!

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

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

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.