Whoever Dances is One with the Universe

Well, you'd better 'fic me in return, missy. (I like how we've completely abandoned the meme itself, and by photofic I know what you mean. XD Well, I HOPE I know what you mean.)

Rosa/Raoul, "cold"

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.....You know, if my typist's going to keep calling me an attention whore, I might as well make use of it. *innocent grin*

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Excuse the awful boy, won't you. *fwaps him*

Luther, sand.

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Hamlet/Horatio, priest.

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bewareofitalics

Eureka, shell.

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The handsome young frenchman made her flutter and bounce, blushing behind her hands and giggling shyly. The cold wind blew leaves around her ankles, and his attention almost made her forget that they never had found Eddy--she had to remind herself over and over that he wouldn't come back and be angry if she was flirted with by somebody else.

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Awww..! Poor, silly, fluffy Rosa. Am I allowed to ask another? XD

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Lucy, fresh out of the libretto of Jekyll and Hyde: the Musical, flounced. "Well, excuuuuse me if you think my typist doesn't play me right! Okay's a perfectly good substitute for alright, you know! You're just an attention whore."

"At least that's the only kind I am," and he flashed her his best, most irritating grin.

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Of course. We can go on for-ever, just like last time. :D

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Yay! Well, you'll have to ask me another, then, 'cos I truly am desperate for things to write. Oh, (lackof)creativity. XD

Lise/Zara, button. :D

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Excused. ^_^

He never went far enough from his farm to find sand, but one day a tradesman came from across Westmark with little bottles of it for sale. His middle daughter begged and pleaded, and Luther bought one, and they drew pictures in it together with their fingertips. He never needed the sea.

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He shows the Prince his vestments, long and black, and the white robe over. The Prince doesn't seem to understand what it means truly, not past joking half-heartedly about the future tonsure.

"But," he says suddenly, "an thou'rt a priest, I may never more kiss thee."

And Horatio realises the Prince does understand, and that he was never meant to be more than a courtier, himself.

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....We'll just be over here having hysterics. <3

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Eeeee...!

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All right...! Give me one moment. XD I fail at writing, too, which is why this.

Ooooh.

The sharp woman comes into the bakery in a blast of winter wind, and Lise starts behind her counter. Over the dark blue dress, the woman is wearing a heavy cloak buttoned up from the hem, and her long, thin fingers fumble opening it.

With a short sigh, Lise frowns at her and goes to help, undoing button after button from the tiny cloth slits, until the woman emerges from it like an ugly newborn moth from a cocoon.

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*innocence*

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Dorothy looked frowningly down at her kitten. "What've you done to get that, Eureka?"

Eureka looked up from the shell. "I ate a snail. I would rather it had been a pig. I could eat a nice tiny fat pig, but you will never let me."

"You're right about that!" said Dorothy. "And you'd better hope that snail wasn't anything special!"

But Eureka was already Munchkin blue.

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^____^ Care to go again?

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Rina/Meg Giry, violet. O:)

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Eddy bo beddy Drood, "officer"

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Eeee! Lise/Zara is so OTP. And you win at it.

Gideon Spillett, "rough"

I was looking through the photofiction comm and read one of yours-- have you read A Tale of Two Cities?

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*giggles* Aaaw. If I may ask for another one... Nick Chopper/Nimee Aimee, honey. (And Unc Nunkie posted, by the way! *g*)

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One day I'll actually get them together. ^_~ This is clearly a slow process.

--And yes, I've read ATOTC--

When he rubbed his chin, it was rough, and Gideon Spillett realised that he was tired of stubble. Luckily enough, he thought wryly, Cyrus could invent a razor out of two bits of shell and some clay.

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Bedivere/Zara, agreement (I dare you)

and for slightly less crackyness

Horatio/Ophelia, rabbits (I said slightly less)

Feel free to hit me up for some in my post, or to just hit me for being on crack.

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