"In the Light of the Virgin Morning..."
Aug. 21st, 2005 12:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
psalm_onethirtyone*is wicked, steals memes from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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!
--
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
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!
--
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]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-01 09:37 pm (UTC)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.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-01 09:40 pm (UTC)Oohhh, but it's sooo gooood. Poor R.
Rina/Musichetta "playful"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-01 09:57 pm (UTC)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.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-01 10:02 pm (UTC)Awww! Riiiina. I like her, even if she doesn't do much.
Meg Giry/Dorian Gray "whisper"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 03:34 am (UTC)^_^ 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.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 03:39 am (UTC)True!
Eeeee, Doriiaaan. =D
Madame Thenardier/Mickle "place"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 03:49 am (UTC)^_^
...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.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 03:54 am (UTC)...I wish I knew. XD But ahhhh! So perfect. XD
Montparnasse/Clarion "sort"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 04:01 am (UTC)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.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 04:03 am (UTC)Marius/Mickle "discover"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 11:06 pm (UTC)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
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 11:11 pm (UTC)Bahorel "stone"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 11:53 pm (UTC)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.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-02 11:57 pm (UTC)Fantine/Rina "just"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 12:09 am (UTC)Fantine watches out her window, stitching shirts, pricking her fingers. She's pricked them often. She doesn't feel it now, she goes on stitching. Suddenly there's a flash of bright colour in the street, and her heart stops. Colour in this grey place! "What's that?" she manages, to the other woman who shares her room, just for a few days, because it's cheapest. "Just a girl," the woman says. "Pretty little thing. Won't last." "She's beautiful," Fantine says finally. Colour in this grey place!
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 12:15 am (UTC)Oohhh. Poor Fantine. ;__;
Florian/Enjolras, because I forget if I've asked for it. XD "forget"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 12:30 am (UTC)*pets her*
Florian is older now, but he doesn't forget. He hasn't forgotten any of them--Stock, Rina, Luther, Zara--his faithful conscience, Zara--Justin last of all. This young man resembles Justin in something stronger than appearance. He had Justin's ideas, and Justin's youth, and he will make Justin's mistakes. He will die like Justin. Florian shakes his head and for a moment considers telling him, explaining what is wrong with his plans, how to succeed, what will fail, but--Justin, when he grew as fierce as this young man is now, never listened to him. He fought against him.
Florian does not want this young man to fight against him.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 12:33 am (UTC)Mina Harker/Erik "flutter" You know Dracula, don't you? Well, you know LXG, anyway.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 12:44 am (UTC)...AHHHHHHHHH. And yes, I do know Dracula.
Things that flutter still frighten her. Black things that ripple in the wind send her into tears--she hasn't recovered as well as they hoped she had. Jonathan offers to take her to France for a while, give her a holiday, and she agrees. He takes her to the Opera--she's been so happy here that they forget how dark and full of curtains a theatre or Opera-house is. In the middle of the second act, having restrained it since the lights went down, she begins to cry, unable to help herself. Other patrons turn around to hiss at her, and Jonathan begins to lead her out--as they go past one of the boxes a voice whispers, "Don't you like the Opera, M.?"
"My wife is ill," Jonathan says coldly.
"Ah... a pity."
The next day, two tickets for that evening's performance arrive, with a note that reads, to make up to you last night, when you were so unfortunately forced to leave early. Jonathan tears them up. Mina keeps the note.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 12:48 am (UTC)Florian/Courfeyrac "empty"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 12:59 am (UTC)There's a silence.
Then there's a young man laughing. He has the strangest laugh--more joyful than Rina's, more cynical than Zara's, louder than Stock's, wiser than Luther's, far madder than Justin's.
Florian raises his eyebrows and observes the boy casually; just someone in the street. All the same, though, when the laugh is over and the boy leaves, the crowded place seems oddly empty.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 01:01 am (UTC)Ooooohhh. I love 'Rac. =o
Mickle/Cosette "conduct"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 01:10 am (UTC)^_______^
Mickle is sitting in the sun in the Great Augustine Square when the pretty woman in black comes by. She always wears black--apparently it's mourning, although Mickle couldn't say for sure, not knowing anything about the woman. This afternoon, though, Mickle lights her pipe and waves. To her surprise, the woman waves back, a small, tentative wave, as though she means to conduct herself like a lady no matter what. All the same, though, she's smiling, for the first time since Mickle started watching her.
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 01:12 am (UTC)Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Poor Cosette's just in perpetual mourning, isn't she. XD
Hmmm.
Mickle/Witz. XD "abrupt"
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-03 01:19 am (UTC)Yes, I'm afraid she is. In this timeline, Marius has just kicked it.
Ha. Ha.
When she gives him orders, he watches her face--sometimes her eyes, sometimes her lips, sometimes her nose. Every part of her face moves at some time or another, and he catches every movement. He wants to learn her so well that he'll never mistake her meaning.
One tired morning, when she speaks, she is abrupt and quick. He would be crestfallen, except that he has succeeded--from her face, he can see that she is not displeased with him.
He is so happy that he almost smiles; but he doesn't. It wouldn't be decorous.
(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From:(no subject)
From: