"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]

Neville is a pretty CRAZY. You know he is. I know he's not, shh.

"Where're you going?" Zara demands, following Helena closely with her eyes. Helena laughs, her full, secret laugh that sounds like Indian forests. "Oh, I don't know. I shall make an experiment of my daydreams, and see where I go when I don't decide." "You're crazy," Zara begins, then quiets. "I'm coming too." "Of course," Helena says, a promise. They go out together.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

He's a sweety, deep down! XD

Oohhhh. <3

Gideon/Cosette "light"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course. *g*

OTP! ^_______________^

She smiles shyly, covering part of her face with a little lacy fan. When it catches the light, it sparkles. She is an old woman, but when she smiles that way she looks as young as new grass or a girl in a new dress dancing. Gideon is nearing fifty; he bows rather than shaking her hand, and asks her to dance with him some night rather than for an interview. Her husband died three years ago, and she is lonely; she accepts. She is not too old to be loved.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ooohhh. Such the OTP. And I don't even know why. XD Isn't there such a way that they're the same age at the same time? ...ignore me, I lose at timelines. XD

Raoul/Mordred (Squishy gave it to me. I don't even know Arthurian legend. XD) "imagine"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

No, I'm afraid not. I worked it all out on paper once. There's a thirty-year age difference, I think. Or twenty. Or something.

I hate you.

Eddy couldn't imagine what the Frenchman wanted with him. He was minding his own business, wasn't he? But he answered, irritably, drawing himself as high as he could and jamming his hands in his pockets. The other fellow grabbed him suddenly and embraced him, and Eddy began at once to protest loudly.
He couldn't know how much the Frenchman was missing his brother.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

.......that's... awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! That's so... waahhhhh! Raoul just needs a huuuuug. ;__;

Pencroff/Florian "impede"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

:D The poor boy.

Damn it!

"Have you ever sailed before?" the sailor asks cheerfully, clamping his hat onto his head with one hand, the ribbons flapping in the breeze.
"Never," Florian assures him with a smile.
"Well, then! You're in for a treat! I've always lived with the sea, and I can tell you--!"
The woman beside him interrupts, "Don't you mean on it, Mister Pencroff?"
Florian knew he did not.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ooooh. I liiiike.

Lise/Zara. XD My fall-back. XD "Tattered"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^_^ Thank you. I cannot write Pencroff, but I seem to be able to manage Florian all right. :D

Ha!

To-day the sharp, thin dressmaker is wearing a different dress. It's a dark, dark blue colour, almost as dark as her usual black dress, but not quite. It is stiff and odd and smells slightly too-clean, as though she never wears it. Lise suspects this is the case. She glances down at her own flour-dusted, stained skirt with the tattered hem and suddenly she wants a new dress, a reckless extravagance, but she wants the dressmaker to see her in something decent. She does not know that this is exactly what Zara wants, too.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

...guh. You win. At... life and stuff.

Hmm.

Sibyl Vane/Rosa Bud "giggle"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Nah. They're just the perfect couple. :D If we keep on drabbling, eventually they'll get together. Notice the steady progression that's been occurring. Heh.

Heavens.

Sibyl had never played Miranda before, but she loved her lines. Miranda was a beautiful, innocent darling of a girl. She was ready to perform better than she ever had in her life.
As she entered at her cue, a girl in the audience wearing pink bounced up and stared at her with such delighted eyes that Sibyl giggled. It spoiled her entrance entirely.
She wasn't sorry at all.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

omg! True! XD Maybe soon they'll actually speak.

=D That one was Squishy's, too. XD

Harbert/the Little Girl (from Ragtime) "query"

[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.