"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]

(XD Oh, good heavens. That's-- XD)

^____^

They walk together--Prouvaire speaks of poetry, Justitia of art. By the bridge an old woman sells apples from a battered basket, and Prouvaire buys two. Justitia has a pocketknife; he peels like a boy, in towards his thumb, and secretly Prouvaire is afraid he will cut himself. He doesn't, though, and they share the apples talking quietly but eagerly. Prouvaire (secretly) wants to write a poem about the juice on Justitia's fingers, and Justitia (though he does not say so) would like to paint Prouvaire with a white-gold slice of fruit in his hand.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

(Wouldn't quiiiiite work. But so cute. XD)

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

Alan Campbell/Dorian Gray "bribe"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(alas, no. XD But as you saiiiid.)

^____________________^

...I can't write this. OMG.

Honestly, sometimes he thinks he must bribe Alan to stay in his company... but it is no matter, Alan loves him, Alan would follow him even without the promise of music on violins and breathless kisses afterwards.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

(Maybe it's when he's agitated. And that's why he makes a point to remain calm. XD)

Awww, it's gooooood!

Zara/Florian, to make up for it. XD "overhear"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(*G* Excellent logic.)

#^_^# Thaaank you.

She guards him always, so that no one will overhear when he whispers tired things and things of guilt and things that torture him and she listens without speaking once; so no one will see when his face is drawn and pale and she sits beside him (he asks) without any show of tenderness and he puts a hand on her shoulder to feel her. She is bony and sharp and thin, but she is alive, her skin is warm. He is not warm any longer. He feverishly burns cold. No one knows but Zara, Zara guards him always.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

('specially with friends like Courfeyrac or Bahorel. He'd never hear the end of it.)

Oohhhh. You write them so weeelllll.

Courfeyrac/Combeferre. "slowly"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(*dies* So true.)

*blushes* No. Gahhh. Thank you.

Combeferre draws half a mothwing in the dust on Courfeyrac's window. It has been too long--Courfeyrac laughs too much, he doesn't clean things, he forgets, he procrastinates--too long since he was here. Slowly he turns, and smiles. Courfeyrac laughs. Courfeyrac kisses him. Their argument, whatever it was, probably idiotic, is over.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

(And the inevitable comparisons to Desmoulins... which is where we began. XD "What do you get when you combine a stuttering idiot and a table?" "The French Revolution.")

awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!! So ky00t.

Tholomyes/Fantine "promise"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(XD XD)

Heee. Noooooo. :D

"Do you promise you're teasing when you say you'll leave one day, Felix?"
"Of course," he says, laughing.
She doesn't realise for a long time that what he meant then was 'of course I'll leave one day'.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

(...Fish told me it. XD)

Ooohhh! Mean Felix. D=

Mickle/Witz "duty"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(...So not surprised.)

He is! Delightfully. Unrepentently.

It was his duty to fight for her, to serve her, to obey her. It was more than his duty to die for her. It is her duty to find him, to bury him, to give him the proper honours once the killing is over. It is more than her duty to weep as long as she does, and to remember him long after everyone else forgets.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh Wiiiiitz. ;_____; You have no personality and I can't play you, but I loooove yooooou.

Grantaire/Florian "glowing"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*loves him too, although looooooves yours, because eeeeeeee* *also, Mickle seriously has a crush on him. I should show you the thread*

Florian looks at the man evenly. The man, who has no name, is drunk, his eyes shining, his face glowing, desperate and hopeful. He is a young man--oh, the absinthe has made him look old, lined, worn, disgraceful; but he is young, only a little older than Stock, perhaps the same age as Zara. "Let me be one of yours," he whispers hoarsely, and Florian looks at him evenly.
"You aren't strong enough," Florian answers, in the voice that stops policemen.
The man doesn't ask again.

...Gahhhh. Also, I do not have enough of a handle on serious!practical!Florian to attempt him.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

*ahhh, do show!*

Oohhh, but it's sooo gooood. Poor R.

Rina/Musichetta "playful"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*aaawwww (http://www.livejournal.com/community/desperatefans/473196.html?thread=15018604)! except not!*

XD Thank you.

Rina is ready to smile shyly when the beautiful young lady comes. The beautiful young lady is plump, fair, has the prettiest eyes...! She is ready to smile shyly, lower her eyes, and blush all through the conversation, ending by whispering the price of the laundering. However, the beautiful young lady laughs playfully, takes her hands, tells her she's a dear thing, asks her does she have a sweetheart, being so sweet?, and soon Rina has forgotten what she meant to do, she's laughing too, and can't lower her eyes from the lady at all.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

*awwwwwwwwww! Witz would be embarrassed, so I won't let him see XD*

Awww! Riiiina. I like her, even if she doesn't do much.

Meg Giry/Dorian Gray "whisper"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*^_______^ Okay! but awww, Witz, <3333*

^_^ HEY. She dies, that's plenty.

The whispers of rumour are more than amusing. That these silly people are all so frightened of this ghost! They let their imaginations run wild. Dorian laughs to himself as he stands in the lobby, watching a few actresses murmur among themselves. All the same, he secretly believes these things, though he doesn't admit it. He himself is almost a ghost. Finally he catches the arm of a tiny funny girl whirling across the floor. "What's all this about your opera phantom, then?" Meg Giry gives him a knowing look, only too happy to explain it all.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

*pets Witz*

True!

Eeeee, Doriiaaan. =D

Madame Thenardier/Mickle "place"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*loveshim*

^_^

...MY GOD. What kind of crack are you on?

The angry fishwives and working women Las Bombas led into battle are still triumphant hours later, congratulating one another, all friends after the fighting together. One, in particular, large and red-haired, laughs triumphantly and swears she got to see the queen herself one place. The others insist she's dreaming again, silly woman, likes to read those romantic books, would just love to see the queen, wouldn't she--but Madame Thenardier knows. You couldn't forget a girl like that.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Witz: *bluuuuush*

...I wish I knew. XD But ahhhh! So perfect. XD

Montparnasse/Clarion "sort"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^__^ <333333 ^___________^

XD Thank you.

Ooh.

A sailor indeed. Montparnasse raises his elegantly thinned eyebrows, smooth as a woman's, at the man with the polished buttons, the immaculate tailoring in his canvas trousers and tunic. Indeed. And what sort of sailor would dress so? He does not realise that sailor in question is eyeing him with some amusement, thinking, a beggar? Indeed. as Montparnasse turns away to speak with Jondrette's ugly daughter.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ooooooooohhh.

Marius/Mickle "discover"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^_^

It doesn't take her long to discover that the young lawyer in her father's court, somewhat nervous but well able to stand up for himself, is not at all like Theo. She thinks at first that they're both a little silly, both a little sweet, and that's true--but this Pontmercy is prouder, slower to anger, and--and he writes wonderful love poetry. Sometimes he shows her what he's working on for his wife, and she wishes a little sadly that it were to her.

I'm going to say that this is post-Westmark, pre-Kestrel, when Theo's off gadding about in Mull. :D

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwww! Marius is seekritly poetic, man. He leaves hearts under stones and all. I love that chapter title. XD

Bahorel "stone"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Exactly. <3 So sweet. :D I love Marius. And yes, that chapter title wins.

Ooh.

"Watch out for Bahorel," Courfeyrac shouted again, to some innocent girl passing by. "If you're not careful, he'll leap you. He'll throw stones! You should have seen what he did to me. Went right for the throat. He doesn't distinguish between the sexes!"
Bahorel laughed, and fingered the lint in his pocket. It was all very well for Courfeyrac to say that--when it came to romance, Courfeyrac didn't distinguish either.