"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]

Yes, undeniably so. :P But Erik, apparently, is a thoughtful ugly crazy.

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.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

XD! True. But Dracula's hot.

Ooooohhh. I love 'Rac. =o

Mickle/Cosette "conduct"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

DUDE. HOT ISN'T EVERYTHING. XD Or maybe it is.

^_______^

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.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Well, when choosing between two psycho killers.... XD

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! Poor Cosette's just in perpetual mourning, isn't she. XD

Hmmm.

Mickle/Witz. XD "abrupt"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

XD True.

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.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ooh, dear. ;__; Well, really. First her mother, then Valjean, likely Gillenormand after not too long...

Awwwwwwwwwwww! Wiiiiitz. *floofles him*

Lise/Zara XD "emphatic"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

The poor thing. >_>

^___^

The dressmaker is about to leave with her day-old loaf when the woman in the bakery suddenly, impulsively, opens her mouth to say something. Her first thought is to say that her husband is an idiot, flour costs too much, they cheat you revoltingly at all the stores, the weather is disgusting, it's amazingly what foolish things people think of in the name of love these days, and go parading it all over the place, too; but all those things are so plain and ugly and flat. She wants to say something that will make the dressmaker stay, something that will make her want to say. Their eyes meet over Lise's hesitation.
"My husband is an idiot," she says.
The dressmaker settles against the counter, ready to listen.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ahhhhh! Sooo perfect.

Feuilly/Cosette ;P "change"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*beams*

...Oooh, I hate you. Notice how long it took me to do this.

He's been watching her a damn sight longer than Pontmercy is. He never sees her in the Garden itself; no, he watches her go in and out, that's his spot to sell in the afternoons. He's watched her change. He's watched her growing up. He noticed her even before she became a woman. He's listened to her speak with her father, and studied the way she says her words, the way the old man addresses her. Now, when Pontmercy sighs and dreams, Feuilly keeps his most precious secret to himself: he knows what her name really is.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Ohhhh, but it's sooo goood. I llove the last sentence. =D

Since you asked for it: Zara/Edwin XD "strap"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Augh, no, wicked girl! It's not good! :D

I asked for it, all right. XD

Eddy only went to look in idly, for no reason except that he likes to browse through shops without buying anything. He is one of those innocent young men who enjoys looking and exasperating the shop-keepers. At the moment, he is looking at a rack of dresses with his hands in his pockets, not even thinking of Rosa, not really thinking of anything. Suddenly a pair of unsatisfied eyes fixes him from over the chiffon sleeves and silk collars. "Buy or stop looking."
Eddy grins and meets them. "But it's such splendid stuff to look at."
There is a long, long pause, and then she snaps, "Thanks. Now get out."

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Eeee! Silly boy.

Younger Brother and the Little Boy (not slash, obviously. ew) "whisper"

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

He iiiis.

XD

The Little Boy does not look up to his uncle, but he looks at him, with very solemn curious eyes. Mother's Younger Brother is a fair young man, a sad young man, a young man in love. He likes to whisper the name of the girl he loves. He is not like an uncle should be. He is like a Younger Brother.