"I Was Looking For Off-Handed Ways to Improve Us..."

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PHOTOFIC ME!

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[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oh, if you please--

^__^

He reminds her of people she used to know and never liked. Nothing about him is at all like anyone she's ever belonged to (she's never belonged to anyone). Zara lets him follow her now, because she's sinking into the backforthbackforth of questions and more questions, all the way to the bakery and back, until she likes it. He never tried to pull her tangled hair or pull her sharp body into an alleyway.

The one time she doesn't answer a question with a question, and he snaps 'statement', it's as though she's finally been reined in. She's always learnt sharp lessons better than gentle ones, and she never makes that mistake again.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: *smiles a little twisted-upsidedown half-smile that you shouldn't smile at madmen* Quid dabitisne?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

(*handsome pose!*)

XD I know.

In the darkness, a small hard hand reaches out and takes hers, and she realises that needles and lye make the same callouses and the same rough palms.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Aww. Hmmm. Justin/Enjolras, "history"

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

^___^

eee. they're so -- sweetly dysfunctional, or dysfunctionally sweet -- i love the questions, and the way they fit, even with all the spikes in-between. thank you so much. ^_^

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^_________^ Would you like to dance on with the crazies, then?

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

The young man brave and beautiful shouts that you can't change the past, but you can change history; Justin watches him, low, knowing that you can change the past you can change you can change if you only try.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

jgksflhgskjaghakjghjksf, I say!

(^____________^!)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

How're you to-day?

(^___^ -- Ohhhhh. That works, and--eeee. You know, you think about this too much, and I'm so thrilled you do. WRITE IT.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

NO.

[bewareofitalics]

Valentine: I am now very well, and you? *is probably grinning like an idiot*

(I think about this way too much. *g* Someday! First I have to figure out how to resolve the AU. :P And finish Five Things That Never Happened In Illyria. And the Olivia's father/Feste thing. And my-production!fic, set in the 1920's, with Valentine/Curio femslash and Sir Toby being nice to Sir Andrew and the Wooing Position and people saying things like, "By my troth, thou art the knees of a bee!" And all those other ones that I planned but never wrote...

...and heeeeey, did you ever finish Kit? *g*)

[bewareofitalics]

All they can do is snuggle, really.

(...they're stupid.)

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

PRETTY.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I'm lovely--you've been fooling around with Osric, haven't you?

(I know. XD Eeeeeeeeee. There are too many things you have to finish, and--

NO.)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

jaggkskgsfsjdfkkkkl, I say.

(...I don't care. ;_______;)

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Eee!

Um, um..! Fantine (only one, horror!)-- well, okay, "horror." XD

[bewareofitalics]

Valentine: *tries very hard to look innocent, and totally fails* Fooling, madam?

(Way too many. And for the AU, at this point I'm ready to bring in a total deus ex machina - "Hi! I'm Cesario of Messaline, long-lost male triplet of Sebastian and Viola, and I've spent the last seven years trying to swim to shore! There wouldn't happen to be an insane, marriageable countess here, would there?"

Aw, okay.)

[bewareofitalics]

...fine, next time I'll let you stick to Scraps/Scarecrow.

(...they're fluffy pink bouncy things that can't talk and randomly appear in Oz! *hasn't actually read about the Silly OZBuls for years, but faults of memory don't make them any less stupid*)

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

She used to watch with horror when the rough men and dirty sailors pulled the other girls into alleys or behind houses; now it's routine, and she leads them herself sometimes.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

Aww. D: Poor Fantine. ;__;

Hmm. Sparrow and Weasel. "trade"

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

wreck: dabit deus his quoque finem. *chuckles and leans up and kisses him -- wreck. stop doing that to people. also, try to hold a conversation that, you know, follows and makes logical sense.*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

only if we use the word 'dance.' :P

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

... wait i all ready replied to that. nevermind.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Oraios: Tangible, I want something tangible. *but kisses? isn't protesting, will just kiss back and maybe bend Wreck backwards a little*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

He catches her the next day coming out of the bakery. This isn't odd just hearing, but the thing is he catches her, as she trips on the hem of her big black skirt and falls foward, and like a partner in a dance his arms are around her waist to hold her up.

She snarls.

"Get your hands off me."

"Sensitive, aren't you?"

"Bastard, aren't you?"

But he's learnt a lesson, too. If he doesn't like statements, she doesn't like touches. They're figuring it out.