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moonsheen...man, anyone remember those days when the drabble memes were the new black?
Give me the names of two characters and I will tell you why character A lovesor wants to jump character B. I might answer with a drabble, a quick bit of meta, or a list, just to make things that tiny bit more OMGSOEXCITING!
Give me the names of two characters and I will tell you why character A loves
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Date: 2007-08-27 01:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 01:24 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 08:15 am (UTC)Opheliac
Date: 2007-08-28 05:18 am (UTC)Doubt thou the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt--
when she knelt in the chapel, he watched her, hiding in the shadows, lying in wait. her hands were folded in prayer. her face darkened by shadow. her hair glowing soft gold in the light from the candles, sputtering in the damp air from the storm outside. So this was the princess, he thought. this was the girl whose greatest purposes in the eyes of princes and queens would be to die for their wars and their conveniences and he resolved to change this. to change her fate. so taken he was by her tragedy, and by her young, lonely face…
He brings her the tray. Stiff meat, vegetables boiled too long, served on a torn loaf of bread soaked in these juices. A banquet in this era. She lifts her head at the smell. She shoves it away.
“You lied to me,” she hisses, pressing herself to the mossy wall.
This confuses him. “About what?”
She looks at him bleakly, as though he has disappointed her in every possible way. “About everything.”
“You should’ve eaten that.”
“I’ll not take anything from you!”
“Would you like to live?”
This startles her. She grows stiff. She folds her hands at her breast, a spell’s intent already in her eyes.
“It’s no threat,” he assures. He shows her his empty hands. “I am curious. Your death would be to the benefit of many. Do you feel otherwise?”
Outrage flashes in her eyes. “What sort of question is that?”
“Do you?”
“Yes!” she cries. “Yes, of course I wish to live. I have wished to live all of my life.”
He nods. “Good.” He kneels before her. “I wish for that as well,” he says, truly. “Now eat.” He shoves the loaf into her mouth.
he does not believe in god. he has taken the oaths of a knight of the rood. he bears a blessed sword. he knows the prayers. knows how to ask the sky for its power, but he no longer believes. there is no god that would have taken that girl over him. there is no god that would have left her dead in the snow. yet here is in the cathedral. here he is standing at the altar. here he is staring upwards.
i would die for her, he says
it nearly comes back to him
“How convenient I am for you. You have your hero’s story. You have gone from lowly squire to commander of the highest order. You have unified your country. You have the love of your men, the love of your people, and even the love of the queen. How well this has worked out for you. How absolutely perfect it has been…”
“You are crying.”
“I am a fool.”
“All of us are.”
“I believed you.”
“As well you should. To you, I meant every word.”
She quivers in his arms, and somewhere in the midst of it he realizes that there is still dampness on her cheeks. He presses her into the sheets and stares down at her until she flinches at his gaze. He brushes it away, first with his fingers, then with his mouth, then with words that he whispers into her neck, as her breath turns to quick, sharp gasps and her fingers curl over his shoulders.
“You will live,” he tells her. “You will live. As long as I am with you. You will live.”
It was a grand celebration, though not the grandest. The Queen had a most godly modesty, and refused anything deemed ‘too extravagant’, but it was spectacle enough: the newly crowned Queen and her Common consort. He clasped his hands in hers and led her to the church doors.
“Will they accept this, do you think?” she asked, softly. Her doubts were only his to hear. He chuckled, looking down at her pale, upturned face with the utmost fondness in his eyes; fondness, and some devilish amusement, for good measure.
“We are young and beautiful,” he whispered. “They’ll love us.”
The doors swung open.
and in the end there is pain and there are flowers and there is darkness in the corners of his sight and redness in everything else. there is death between her fingers and defeat in her face and every breath she draws is one unwanted and all he can think with the knife in his breast is this: why for, my love? i did this for you.
Re: Opheliac
Date: 2007-08-28 03:20 pm (UTC)Re: Opheliac
Date: 2007-09-05 04:16 am (UTC)Re: Opheliac
Date: 2007-09-05 04:44 am (UTC)Re: Opheliac
Date: 2007-09-05 05:17 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 01:30 am (UTC)His Majesty's (Imaginary) Service
Date: 2007-09-04 04:26 pm (UTC)“Of course,” said the Emperor of Archadia. He leaned forward in his chair, gloved hands steepled on the desk. “Absolutely theoretical.”
“And so, hypothetically, with a new skystone certain parties could intercept this ship and have it well on its way back in about, hm. Maybe half a day?”
The Emperor of Archadia smiled the smile that launched a thousand years of gossip. It looked absolutely winning on the new currency. “And this fictional estimate would be absolutely ideal. How long would it take, in theory, to be refitted?”
“An hour. I mean, if we happened to have the best guild masters working on it…”
“Which you would have.”
“Which we would have,” repeated Penelo, hand at her mouth to cover her laughter. “Hypothetically. Thank you, Larsa.”
“Say nothing of it,” murmured the Emperor, quite pleased.
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Date: 2007-08-27 01:32 am (UTC)fairy x frog otp y/n/m?
(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 03:36 am (UTC)“Ugh,” he said. “Take those and give them to the pooka who sells his wares in the grove. Highest quality. Better than any human goods.”
They sparkled, damply. Mercedes drifted a step back, covering her mouth. “That’s disgusting,” she squeaked.
“So you tell me. You didn’t have them clanking around in there for the past day.”
“I…didn’t need to know that.” Grimacing, the fairy dropped her wings and crouched over the…puddle of new monetary advantage. “Are these even real?”
“Of course they’re real,” snapped the frog. “They’re Valentinian. The exchange rate is quite good on them, you’ll find. It ought to serve our purposes quite well. Now, take them. I’m tired of looking at them.” As though to emphasize this, the frog squeezed his eyes shut. Mercedes pulled a leaf patterned handkerchief out from her packs and, not looking too hard, quickly scooped them up.
“Well…thank you,” she said, tucking them away, “I think.”
“This venture is a bad idea on your part and I am aiding it. You have nothing to thank me for.”
Mercedes scowled. “You could at least be a little happy when a queen pays you her compliments.”
The frog eyed her archly. “Oh? There were compliments in that?”
Mercedes felt suddenly cross. “Yes,” she said. And just to be spiteful, she added a, “You’ve been a Very. Good. Friend.” She flew off to make her purchases.
The frog sat there in the middle of the road, a strong taste of metal, and a weaker taste of magic in his mouth. He stared after her.
“…mad rulers are the worst,” he muttered.
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Date: 2007-08-27 01:43 am (UTC)Because I'm so damn easy that way. :Db
The Sun Also Rises
Date: 2007-08-31 02:50 am (UTC)“Ah, mon petite chou,” said the traveler. “What weather there’s been this year.”
“I’m Sakuya,” said the spirit of the tree, a little sorely. She had been sitting next to him since he had arrived, and now that he had acknowledged her, she stood up. “And I’m still growing.”
The traveler gave her a shrewd glance, proving beyond all doubt that he could see her. A sliver of hair was stuck to his cheek, a light, peculiar yellow. His fingers were long, and pressed to his bottom lip quite curiously. “But of course,” he agreed. “Here.” He conjured a dumpling from his sleeve and offered it to her.
Sakuya took it, mollified. “Are you waiting for someone?”
The traveler tipped his head up. “Am I,” he murmured. He thought on it, looking into the muddy sky. “This date has been set for the last hundred years.”
“Oh,” said Sakuya. “You are different from the people here.”
“I am different from the people everywhere.”
The sapling shivered curiously. “I haven’t met people from everywhere, yet. Will they be here soon? Who you are here to meet?”
“No,” said the traveler, and there was suddenly something very lonesome about the way he sat, and Sakuya remembered his song, and how mournful it was. “I came too late. I’ve just missed her, and she may not come this way again.”
Sakuya frowned. “That’s sad. And you are waiting, anyway?”
The traveler said nothing.
“I will wait with you,” said the young spirit, plopping herself down beside him. She affected a posture like his, sitting with her back straight, facing east. “Mister Traveler, we can be friends. So you won’t be too lonely in the meantime.”
“Merci,” murmured the stranger, deeply moved. “Then, as friends, I must give you something.” He reached into his things.
“Another dumpling?” asked Sakuya.
“No. Something better.”
The mirror was old and chipped at the corners, going green from an excess of years. The carvings on the back were nearly worn off, but the faint grooves suggested a craftsmanship of the highest caliber. “Here,” said the traveler, rolling it to her. Sakuya laid her hands on it; it was nearly bigger than she was. “You must take good care of it. You, my little friend, are the guardian of this village. You will need this, when the time is right.”
It looked awfully familiar. Sakuya squinted, tracing the patterns with her palm. “Mister Traveler.” It hit her. “Isn’t this…”
And then she blinked away. A great flash of light came off of the surface, for the cloud’s had broken, and edge of the morning sun was hot and bright on the horizon. The traveler stood up all at once, and had he not already confessed to his spiritual nature, Sakuya could have guessed then, for he stared right into that light without flinching. The sound he made was at once deeply pained, and deeply relieved. “Ah,” he said. “Ah.” He extended a hand briefly, as though meaning to touch that rising circle. “So it still rises…” His arm dropped to his side and, trembling with either joy or sadness or some strange mixture of both, the prophet laughed.
Re: The Sun Also Rises
Date: 2007-08-31 06:01 am (UTC)Someday, when you have time, please Amaterasu to Ushiwaka? I'll, uh, be small and cute in your general direction? :D
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Date: 2007-08-27 01:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-28 05:39 am (UTC)-SO FUNNY. No really, she is very quiet to strangers. But once you get to know her? Ah! She tells the best jokes! Her wit is, Gain likes to point out, very sharp. (and this would be where Reach fucking kills his ass for that pun, you DICK)
-great fashion sense. Very minimalist. But the occasionally fuzzy dice and keychains she likes to wear? Very smart. She likes to accesorize, and he likes to buy her these accessories.
-she is not jealous! Sometimes he must give time to Reach and Delia, and he can't always take her out to dinner. But she accepts this, because she knows she'll always have that one very special place in his heart.
-pineapple is her favorite ♥ ♥ ♥
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Date: 2007-08-27 01:59 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 02:24 am (UTC)FRANZ AND WILHELM
(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 03:48 am (UTC)-because of his energy. Will is lewd, ill-mannered, and shameless as anyone who was raised in an Elizabethan theater setting would be. On the flipside he's also streetsmart, witty, and amazingly passionate about life in general. It's infectious. Will's the sort of guy who, damn him, brightens one's day without you even realizing he's done it. He aims to make life an endless entertainment, and it's only when that presence is diminished in some way that you realize day to day things get just a little bit duller without him around. Franz resolved, therefore, to keep him around.
-Franz, this is your wang. Franz's wang, this is Will. Allow him to introduce you both. Will put Franz through quite a crisis about his sexuality. He made him realize he had one.
-because he probably saved him from giving himself a fatal stroke due to stress at age, like, twenty. Before he met Will, he was intense, work-obsessed, and insanely driven. After he met Will he was intense, work-obsessed, and insanely driven... but at least he knows when to sit down and drink his tea. And how to laugh, at least a little bit.
-because they've been together for years now and he would have no other.
(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 11:00 am (UTC)(I REALIZE YOU HAVE NOT GOTTEN TO ALL THE OTHER REQUESTS BUT IF WHEN YOU HAVE THE TIME OR INCLINATION same pairing flipped. What. I am horrible.)
(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 08:37 pm (UTC)usme terribly right? <3 <3 <3)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 09:57 pm (UTC)AS THEY SAY OVER YONDER: MOAR PLEASE
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Date: 2007-08-27 11:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-09-08 01:28 am (UTC)-he likewise also happened to find half-naked Franz in said baths pouring water over his head even hotter
-...that said, he wanted nothing more than friendship and general camraderie at that point. Franz's first order of business after asking him who the HELL he was was to kick him out. He was not aiming to accept any pleasantries. Will, who is a little bit messed in the head, decided he liked the challenge that Franz presented. In just about everything Franz did. Franz was sullen, abrasive, and highly suspicious of everything everyone did. Will considered getting even a smile out of him a worthwhile accomplishment...Will believes getting someone to smile is always a worthwhile accomplishment. But with Franz it was tenfold.
-And it really was. But getting him to laugh was even better.
-Franz is a jealous, posessive husband. No, seriously, Will loves this. There is nothing as endearing to him as Franz's PSYCHOTIC STREAK. The fact that Franz would probably kill him were he ever untrue is somehow thrilling to know! ...more so given Will's never intending to BE untrue partly because he MARRIED INTO MONEY
-partly because Franz is Franz
-and psychotic
-and fun as hell to be around
-and psychotic
-...and also one of the most generous people Will as ever known. No, no, sod off, he means it. He can't tell you exactly why, as it's a terribly well kept secret. But it's true, and Will really does love him for it.
(and the sex is good too)
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Date: 2011-04-01 05:17 am (UTC)For the record, I also think Felix X Jolanka is the best thing since sliced bread. It's just that I'm a total closet fangirl and Franz and Will have such a multi-faceted and well-developed relationship. Well done to you and halyconjazz.
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Date: 2007-08-27 05:47 am (UTC)BECAUSE THEIR AWESOME FAMILY AMUSES ME
Date: 2007-08-27 07:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-08-27 02:26 pm (UTC)When Wagner Met Hindel
Date: 2007-09-04 05:30 am (UTC)“Why,” hissed Wagner, “Why do you not rip out my throat.” Wagner had come from the Northern lands, where such bouts ended thus. The old dragon regarded him with a slight cock of his head, and blew smoke from his nostrils.
“That would be a waste,” he said, easing back. Wagner wrenched his pinned wing back from against the mountain face. He flexed his joints, curled his wing claws. He watched the larger dragon warily. Hindel was vast, but his voice had no fire in it. His voice was milder than any self-respecting dragon’s ought to be, Wagner thought, but his strength had been unmistakable. “Our numbers are ever dwindling. Whom would it serve, to take your life?”
The young dragon spat petulantly, tail tip cracking. “It matters not! It is how these things are done! Or has so many years at the beck and call of man softened you?” he taunted, spared and shamed by it. Hindel swung his snout forward, catching Wagner under the jaw, and pressing him back into the stones. It was not death he brought, just admonishment.
“Humans live brief lives. And thus they value those brief lives. Tell me, my young friend, could you shout for death again and claim to do the same?”
Wagner clacked his teeth in strangled reply.
“No, I shall not kill you for this,” Hindel drew away, “Nor shall I drive you back from whence you came. I offer you my hospitality. Hunt these grounds, if you like, and tell me if shame of it is truly so unbearable.”
“Hmph,” said Wagner. Young, impetuous, and terribly hungry, he agreed to these terms.
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Date: 2007-08-28 02:08 am (UTC)Phoenix to Edgeworth
Why Phoenix Wright <3s Miles Edgeworth
Date: 2007-09-04 04:05 pm (UTC)Okay, he thought, This is just playing into the stereotype.
“Uh, Larry?” he said. Except Larry was suddenly nowhere to be found and hello Jude Punch, tallest kid in their class was dangling him by the front of his t-shirt, looking like he was about to stuff him into one of the lockers. He couldn’t be serious though. People only did that in, like, old nineties sitcoms, right? One look at the guy suggested otherwise. Phoenix was probably toast. He sort of wanted to cry.
“You know, that constitutes assault.”
“Eh?” That was the sound of Jude and Phoenix both turning their heads at the same time.
With no fanfare at all, Miles Edgeworth was standing with his arms crossed next to them, Larry Butz vaguely visible in his shadow. “What you’re doing,” he clarified, with a bored roll of his eyes. “Assault, theft. You could get detention, or suspension, expulsion. Or…”
“What,” sneered Jude, catching at least the very gist of what Miles was rambling on about. “You gonna tell on me?
“No,” said Miles. “But someone could sue you, and you’d probably lose, seeing as you’re a repeated offender, with a number of previous victims as witness, and really damning testimony from teachers who’ve all had you in detention before. You’d have a right to an attorney. So you’d have a fair go of it, like everyone deserves of course. But I can tell you without doubt that it would be a very difficult case to win.”
“Huh?” said Jude.
Phoenix took the pause afforded by the kid trying to figure out what the heck Miles just said. He wormed out of his grip (and also, his shirt), and quickly rejoined his friends. Who, seeing as the bully was still trying to process all of that information, seemed to have a free pass to continue on their way. They turned the corner into a busier hall, and it really, really nice to be able to breathe again.
“Guess I’ll have to grab my gym shirt,” grumped Phoenix. “But, uh, wow Miles.”
“You didn’t even have to punch him,” marveled Larry who, now that it was safe, had rematerialized in full. Miles didn’t seem particularly moved by the praise, he just scowled.
“I mean,” he muttered. “How idiotic can you be? It’s obvious. Doesn’t everyone know that?”
“I don’t think Mrs. Finster knows that,” said Phoenix.
“Yes. Well. Mrs. Finster…” Miles left that thought unfinished and unsaid. “Let’s just find you a shirt before you’re brought in for indecent exposure.”
Phoenix stared. “Ind-a-what?”
“Never mind.”
Re: Why Phoenix Wright <3s Miles Edgeworth
Date: 2007-09-04 11:22 pm (UTC)