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moonsheenOkay screw it FICBITS ARE ON. You know the drill: REQUEST CHARACTERS/PAIRING/SERIES AND I WILL ATTEMPT TO PRODUCE SOMETHING OF A VAGUELY APPROPRIATE LENGTH.
I can't think of any clever additions to it this time, so it'll just be a free-for-all. No points for stumping me. EXTRA points for anyone who requests Ergo Proxy of the whole three people on my f-list who've now watched it
I can't think of any clever additions to it this time, so it'll just be a free-for-all. No points for stumping me. EXTRA points for anyone who requests Ergo Proxy of the whole three people on my f-list who've now watched it
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Date: 2008-02-23 06:56 am (UTC)...I'd really love to see more Kingdom Hearts + Enchanted for great justice, though.
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Date: 2008-02-23 07:01 am (UTC)(I keep meaning to watch Ergo Proxy...)
[Odin Sphere] Plan B
Date: 2008-03-08 05:27 am (UTC)From the seat previously occupied by her treasurer, the frog smoothed the slime between his eyes and chuckled tiredly. “If there is, I haven’t found it. And believe me, I’ve searched.”
He smacked his lips together in a way that made Mercedes cringe. She kicked her feet sullenly. Her toes didn’t reach the ground. The chair had been built for her mother, who’d been tall and long limbed. She crossed her arms. “Even so. You claim to have once been human, how many things could you have tried?”
“Aren’t we the merry little racist.” He leapt onto the table. His belly made a wet noise as it hit the polished wood. Water spattered all over the proposal for the reordering of the Vanir frontlines. Mercedes jumped up. He was seated in front of her and his flat eyes looked even flatter than before. “Humans can be quite wicked at magic, you know.”
“Really.”
“Do not scoff, my dear. The Demon Lord Odin knows a thousand spells, in all disciplines.”
The color drained out of Mercedes face. She sank back onto the cushion. “Then…then why not go to him.”
The frog made a deep burbling sound she could only assume was some form of snort. “Help? From him? I would rather die! Or keep eating flies, as the case may be.”
This did not make the idea of a kiss any more appealing. “Ew.”
He caught onto the source of her discomfort nearly immediately. “You could always offer me a sprig of mint.”
Mercedes covered her mouth in self-defense. She tried to make it look like a cough. It only half worked. “Anyway,” she said, against her palm. “Another means…”
“Does not exist. I’ve already said.”
“Oh. I’ve got it!”
And he looked confused, until she pushed into the air and began to beat her wings. If frogs could go pale, this one did. “And fairy dust won’t work either!” The air began to sparkle with flecks of violet and blue and green. “My skin’s already potent enough! No need for any of that!” He tried to back away. Frogs weren’t very good at moving backwards, it turned out. It wouldn’t have mattered even if they could. Mercedes launched herself over the table. She hovered with a vengeance.
“Don’t be a child,” she said, twirling so that the glitter made a soft spiral in the air. She extended her hand as she moved, gathering it before the magic could fade.
“One to talk!” cried the frog.
Mercedes held out her handful and blew.
“It’s…some improvement,” she said, a few moments later. The papers had ended up scattered across the chamber. The chairs were made of a different wood than before. The chandelier rocked back and forth.
The sullen frog in the middle of this mess was an attractive shade of violet. “I hope you’re satisfied,” he said.
“A little, I think.”
“Hmph. And I think I’ll go find more flies.”
“Ew,” said Mercedes.
Re: [Odin Sphere] Plan B
Date: 2008-03-08 05:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 07:02 am (UTC)(In return, I will write you an ode to Samantha Carter's breasts. It goes like this: Oh, Atlantis uniforms, you make Sam's tits look SO AWESOME OMFG.)
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Date: 2008-02-23 07:08 am (UTC)Are you even playing the game yet? CHIRA BETTER BE READING YOU EVERYTHING FROM IT D:
Date: 2008-02-23 07:14 am (UTC)Re: Are you even playing the game yet? CHIRA BETTER BE READING YOU EVERYTHING FROM IT D:
Date: 2008-02-23 07:16 am (UTC)no not yet damnit and CHIRA IS IN PENNSYLVANIA.
Re: Are you even playing the game yet? CHIRA BETTER BE READING YOU EVERYTHING FROM IT D:
Date: 2008-02-23 07:22 am (UTC)also uh uh what about um Far Reach and No Gain in the courtroom and Phoenix is ready to murder his clients himself?
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Date: 2008-02-23 12:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 05:59 pm (UTC)[Apollo Justice] First Impressions
Date: 2008-03-08 06:03 am (UTC)Apollo wasn’t sure what to make of this guy. He was average height, well-dressed, with an impressive spill of cravat coming down the front of what had to be a custom-made suit. His hair was iron grey. His eyes were dark and sharp, set deep in a face as hard and cold as concrete. It was a face Apollo had seen before, he was pretty sure, but placing it was hard, what with the loud high-pitched noise coming from Trucy. And, he couldn’t help but notice, the way Mr. Wright kept trying to grab the guy’s hand.
“A HA!” said Trucy. “A well-dressed stranger! Have you come to steal me away?”
Her dad at least had the grace to look a little troubled. “Now, Trucy, we’ve talked about this…”
“No,” said the well-dressed stranger. “But I have brought you something.”
“Okay,” said Apollo. “So. What’s going on?”
That was when the rest of the room finally remembered him. He wasn’t sure he liked the way the new guy was now staring at him. Mr. Wright laughed, in that vague way that meant Apollo was pretty sure he hadn’t realized he was there. Never mind he’d been in all morning. After Mr. Wright had called him. For what Mr. Wright had called a very important mission. Which turned out to be: ‘take Trucy out for waffles while I go pick up some random guy.’ And not come back until four in the afternoon. Which…well, worst boss ever.
“I guess I should introduce you,” said Phoenix.
“That would be surprisingly proper,” said the stranger, warding off Trucy’s attempts to pick his pockets by giving her an arm to cling to. Apollo decided then he sort of liked the stranger. Even if he really wished he could figure out where he’d seen him before. He seemed like someone important. Or someone from television.
“Ah well. Apollo, I’d like you to meet a very good friend…”
“He’s killed someone hasn’t he,” said Apollo.
Phoenix blinked. He smiled. “No. Miles wouldn’t do anything like that.”
“Sue you for defamation, maybe,” muttered the stranger.
“Sorry,” said Apollo. “Reflex.”
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Date: 2008-02-23 07:18 am (UTC)ERGO PROXY FIC PLEASE. You can choose between post-series Vincent, Re-l, and Pino, or pre-series Ergo and MCQ. ♥
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Date: 2008-03-01 12:40 am (UTC)MCQ: Well we've really had a show tonight! We’re here live--live as a projection can be, that is. For those of you just joining us: were our special guest actually here, this would be an entirely different program!
P1: And let me just say how I’ve enjoyed your recent line-up.
MCQ: Why, thank you. I think I’m blushing. Now [claps hands] let’s! Get! To it! [applause] …which is the name of the segment, by the way.
P1: To the point.
MCQ: You know it. First question. The one we’ve all been dying to hear about: what is your response to the rumors about you and Monad Proxy.
P1: …
MCQ: Oh, so reticent! So, is there any truth to them at all?
P1: …
MCQ: I see. Well, let’s talk about your latest project. Most of the production details have been kept under wraps, but a little bird’s told me this will be a vast departure from your previous roles.
P1: [chuckles] One might think that. I happen to find it right up my alley.
MCQ: Oh? Care to share with us some tasty tidbits on the part?
P1: A few. You might find them hard to swallow.
MCQ: I can swallow anything! Try me!
P1: The protagonist is a spineless, self-effacing loser for whom nothing ever goes right.
MCQ: [chokes] Really? This does sound like a new spin for you!
P1: A thousand years and one does get a little typecast.
MCQ: [laughs] Touché. Tell me more. Does he save the day? Does he get the girl?
P1: Now, now. That would be spoiling.
MCQ: But it’s you, so we know you’ll win.
P1: Maybe. But what sort of victory, now that’s the question.
MCQ: He’s doing my job for me, ladies and gentleman! [audience laughs] Now about the title...could we have a question mark up here—ah, excellent! –that’s been the source of some heated discussion.
P1: As of now it’s called ‘Awakening’.
[audience gasps]
MCQ: A very controversial subject matter.
P1: That’s only the production title. I’m considering of something a little less resigned. A little more…dynamic, I think.
MCQ: Such as?
P1: ‘Revenge.’
[applause]
MCQ: Now that’s bold! That’s a title that really says ‘ACTION’!
P1: You can expect a bit of that.
MCQ: Can I? And explosions?
P1: I can work a few of those in.
MCQ: You are too kind. So we can we be expecting to see this rip across screens?
P1: Soon.
MCQ: You heard it here first! And unfortunately, that’s all the time we have. Proxy One’s ‘Revenge’, coming SOON -- [music plays] ah, that reminds me, to where is it coming soon?
P1: About that, actually...
[credits roll]
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Date: 2008-03-01 12:48 am (UTC)Your MCQ is so beautiful. And your Proxy One is so very spot-on. ♥ THANK YOU.
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Date: 2008-02-23 07:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 07:44 am (UTC)How much do I have to grovel to get you to write either J and Daisuke, or Clair and Daisuke? :D :D :D?
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Date: 2008-02-23 07:49 am (UTC)[Odin Sphere] Little Vengeances
Date: 2008-03-01 05:38 am (UTC)And she did, to her bitterest satisfaction. Like when his supper came to the table cold.
“My apologies, my lord. I thought you would be swift to return, so I asked Myris to make it early.”
He looked mildly surprised, but ate it anyway. Oswald was not fussy.
And, of course, then the tea tipped off its tray and all over his shirt. “Ah, I am most sorry, my lord. I had only wished to pour my lord a cup…” It was the only thing at the table that was hot. He winced, touched the ruined silk of his dress shirt, and only shook his head.
“You should eat more,” he said. “Pallor suits me well enough, but on you I find it…worrisome. Miss Myris, would you reheat this soup?”
Then, there was the washing. “Myris, have my lord Oswald’s suits been placed out to dry?”
The pooka’s ears fell back. “Oh, no. The skies looked gray, so I thought perhaps it would be best to wait.”
“I thank you for your caution, Myris. But I think they should be put out all the same. My husband will need them, and surely it will not rain so soon?”
Myris frowned. “Ah, but…” she began, but Gwendolyn’s stance was set. “Yes. Of course. I'll do so immediately.”
Within the hour the storm ripped the line in the courtyard, ruining every article left out to hang. They were Ringford fabrics, very colorful and difficult to come by. Oswald stared at the sodden remnants. He wore the sole survivor: which was dark purple, with a high collar.
“It seems I misjudged,” said Gwendolyn.
“Hm. At least it was not your gown,” said Oswald. It was not quite the reaction she had hoped for.
So she spent a day having the shelves of the castle library rearranged. Its collection had proven startlingly vast, and Oswald had proven startlingly interested in it.
She’d found this odd. “My education required a great deal of poetry,” he’d admitted, “I suppose some of it had to take. I’ve not read the Gallonese cycle.”
These volumes were moved to highest shelf in the most awkward corner that Gwendolyn could find.
“Gwendolyn,” said Myris, softly. when the valkyrie had landed and brushed the dust off of her skirts, and wings and hair. “Are you sure of this?” Her dark eyes had that look that meant she did not merely refer to her lady’s choice in filing.
Gwendolyn pushed a straggle of hair over her shoulder. “The conditions of my sentence require that I be a loving wife. The field of battle is no longer an option. What else is there for me but to be loving in the most combative fashion I may find?”
“Oh, Gwendolyn.”
Part 2!
Date: 2008-03-01 05:38 am (UTC)“Did Myris make this?”
“No. I did.”
He stared into the cup. His lips, dark and purple as a corpse’s, pursed. “I see.”
“Is something wrong?”
“No,” he said, and took another sip. “It’s just…strange. I’ve not had someone do so much for me in such a short period of time.” He put his book down and looked at her. His red eyes burned bright to match the skies. They were wide and a little perplexed. “I thank you for that.”
Gwendolyn stood straight and rigid. She pressed her wrists to either side of her waist and laced her fingers together. “…my lord?”
“I hope you do not feel as though you are obligated...” he trailed off. It was a common practice, with Oswald. The corner of his mouth twisted wryly. He brought the cup back up. “You are not my servant. I want you to know this.”
“I see,” she said, her voice cool and blank.
Her nails left marks in the back of her hands. She returned to the kitchens with the tray and the empty pot. She shut the door and sank to the floor. Myris took the tray quickly, and then returned with a warm cloth for her hands.
“Myris,” she said.
“I’m here, Gwendolyn.”
“What’s in the jar on the bench. The blue one, with the crack in the handle?”
“Salt, Gwendolyn.”
Gwendolyn pressed her face into her hands. “Yes. That’s what I thought.”
Re: Part 2!
Date: 2008-03-04 08:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 07:51 am (UTC)[Ergo Proxy] Island of the Blue Dolphins
Date: 2008-02-25 03:08 am (UTC)“Used to live on big huge plains full of grass that came all the way up to your waist! …my waist,” Vincent corrected, after a second. He pulled himself out of the compartment and reached for a rag. “Not Pino’s. The grasses would’ve been taller than Pino’s head.”
“And what did elephants eat?”
This was a popular question with Pino. “Peanuts,” answered Vincent and this seemed to be one of the best things she’d ever heard. She laughed and laughed, until she tipped herself over.
“Could hand me one of those clamps?”
The capsized autoreiv wiggled over to the toolbox. “Ducks,” she said, batting the requested tool his way.
Vincent slapped his hand down over it. The front half of him vanished back into the gap in the paneling. “You’ve seen those, haven’t you? Romdo had parks.”
“But where did they live before?”
“Anywhere they liked—ah, please don’t poke me while I’m working.”
She put the wrench down. “Dolphins.”
Sparks spattered behind the panel. Vincent whipped out so fast he fell backwards. The tips of his hair were smoking and he stuck his knuckles in his mouth. “Shit! Thought I’d cut the current...dolphins?”
Pino stood over him, offering the wrench. “Dolphins. From my book.”
Vincent wasn’t sure which book this one. Kristeva had found new ones for her in the last city they’d visited. He took the wrench gingerly. He blew on his hand. “Dolphins. Um. Hm. Those were gone a long time before the planet…oh, but they used to live on land!”
“Really?”
“Really. They used to have feet.”
“No way!” That was a phrase she’d gotten from Re-l.
Vincent raised a non-charred finger knowledgably. “They got tired of land and went to the ocean.”
“Like the people in those ships?”
His smile faded.
“No. Not quite like them.”
He didn’t say anything for awhile after that. The compartment sparked again. He gave it a kick. It sizzled petulantly. He stayed like that until Pino threw herself over his legs. Vincent snapped back to himself. It was funny what a luxury he found that, now. “Ah, sorry. Where were we?”
“Could Vince make them?”
“Hm?”
“Dolphins. Could Vince make dolphins?”
He was still holding the wrench. It must’ve suggested something to her. “Silly, what makes you think I could do something like that?”
“Vince made Romdo.”
Vincent had to admit she might’ve had a point there. “…yes. But that’s complicated.”
But Pino wasn’t letting it go. “That means Vince made ducks. Since there were ducks in Romdo.”
“Huh. Maybe. Wonder why I did that.” Something about that seemed funny; which was probably the reason for it, right there.
“So could he make dolphins? And elephants? And rabbits? And dolphins?”
Vincent stared down at his gritty hands. He put the wrench down. “…I guess. I haven’t made anything like that in a long time, though. I don’t remember how. But listen,” he added, when the autoreiv’s face began to fall, “If I do one day, I’ll make dolphins.”
“You will?”
“I will.”
“Definitely.”
“Definitely,” Vincent promised, ruffling her hood. “Just for you.”
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Date: 2008-02-23 08:02 am (UTC)SO UH, anything with Delita and Ovelia as I just started FF Tactics on PSP. :D
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Date: 2008-02-23 08:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 11:04 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 12:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 01:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 03:13 pm (UTC)WARNING: ERGO PROXY ALERT.
1) Sora! Donald! Goofy! And Pino! I am aware that by virtue of not being a Disney series, Ergo Proxy is not valid for crossover hijinks, but that don't mean I can't ask! Honestly, I just want more of Pino's adventures with the wonderful world of Disney.
2) Raul teaching Pino piano. (WAH.)
3) A-anything with Vincent and Pino?? Making pancakes!
4) On that note: wacky family hijinks, post-series! Sweetass bonus points for including Kristeva.
5) Proxy One and Monad Proxy: crazy in love.
6) Oh fuck this RE-L PINNING VINCENT TO THE WALL AND HELLA MACKING ON HIM. I -- I will love you forever.
[Ergo Proxy] Sunburn
Date: 2008-03-02 03:12 am (UTC)“You’ve been there for awhile,” said Vincent, frowning. The Entourage cocked her head at him. He was sure that if she had eyebrows one of them would’ve been raised.
“I do not tire.”
“That’s not exactly true.”
“My power supply is sufficient at this time.”
Vincent smoothed back his hair with a sigh. Arguing with Kristeva proved hard. Mostly because anything he said to her felt a little like high treason.
“All the same,” he said, slowly, because he had to word it just right, “You’re a part of our crew now. We take shifts at the helm. Even if it’s not a physical issue, it wouldn’t be right of us to make you do it all day just because you can.”
Kristeva’s eyes shifted from a dark blue to a dark red to a dark blue again. She was scanning him oddly. “Your concerns are noted,” she said, at last. “But at this moment they would be much better placed with Re-l Mayer.”
“Re-l? Em. Why?”
Pino chose that moment to twirl around his leg. “Son of a bitch!” she caroled happily. “Son of a bitch! Son of a…”
“Pino!”
“That would be why, Vincent Law,” said Kristeva.
part deux
Date: 2008-03-02 03:12 am (UTC)“I want a medical spray.”
“We’re running low,” said Vincent. From the bunk, Re-l propped herself on her elbows and glared. Her arms were violently pink. The bit of shoulder peeking through the blanket were more pink. “I know it hurts, but you’ll need it more if…”
He didn’t really want to finish that thought. Re-l made it easy and flopped back against the pillows.
He knelt next to her. “I’m sorry.”
“Useless apologies,” she mumbled into her elbow.
He held up the bottle hopefully. She snatched it, inspecting the label.
“Why do we have this…” She turned it around a few times. She checked the ingredients. She shook it a few times, for good measure.
Vincent shrugged. “I think it’s from Ophelia.”
“That old? How have we had this for so long?’
“It’s not edible.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I tried to eat it.”
The corners of her eyes crinkled into something like a smile. She shoved the bottle back at him. “Put it on my back.”
Under the blanket, her back was hot, red, and peeling. Vincent squeezed out a gob of the trembling, green substance and put it where the skin was peeling the most. Re-l hissed. He paused.
“Don’t,” she bit out.
“Okay,” said Vincent, and began to spread it over the rest of the burned area. It went from over her shoulders to the small of her back, concentrated between her shoulder blades. “Any good?”
“Ech. It’s cold.”
“Is that bad?”
“No. That’s good, probably—shit,” she snarled as his palm skated the cracked spot behind her right arm. She gripped the edge of the bunk. “Of all things…”
“I know,” said Vincent. “Thought I was the one who was supposed to burn up under blue skies.”
She craned her head his way. “Was that supposed to be a joke?”
The corner of his mouth had turned up into a crooked smile. He thumbed it away. It left a smudge of ointment on his cheek. “Sort of. Yeah.”
“Your sense of humor’s gotten a little strange.” She moved under his hand, leaning her head forward. Straggles of dark, jagged hair fell across her formerly white arms.
“Has it?” He took the hint, rubbed another palm full up behind her head, where the burn wasn’t as bad, but had to be agitated.
“You actually have one. Your hands are larger, too.”
“Are they?” He chuckled. Couldn’t help it. It was such an obvious thing. “Hadn’t noticed.” He noticed now though. He noticed he had one of his hands resting on back of her neck. He noticed he was leaned over her in a way that, were someone to walk in at right that instant, he’d feel a very strong, flustered need to explain. He also noticed that Re-l had noticed. She twisted under him to look up. Her face without the pale make-up was much less severe, but her eyes chilled all the same.
“Vincent,” she said. She sounded very sure of it.
“Ah,” he said, scrabbling for the bottle and for some pretensions of personal space. “I. Er.”
She grabbed him by the wrist. She held until the bottle fell out of his grip. It landed and rolled to the other side of the cabin as the ship made a slow turn.
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Date: 2008-02-23 04:28 pm (UTC)Okami/Ergo Proxy crossover. Post series.
One of those ships was an ark if you catch my driftPino would have to much fun with Ammy!(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 05:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 05:38 pm (UTC)[Ergo Proxy/Okami] Eyes Like Yours
Date: 2008-03-08 06:52 am (UTC)“I don’t think so,” said Vincent, shielding his eyes against noon glare. “It doesn’t…feel like it was. That tree’s the really strange part, though. It wasn’t here this morning was it?” It was there now, its blossoms scattering petals every which way. Pino chased them, twirling in circles, while Kristeva watched her with what for an Entourage looked like a patient fondness.
“No,” confirmed Re-l. “How long do they take to grow that large?”
“Um,” Vincent fished around in his head for a second. “A few hundred years. Less if you…do…something to it. Some kind of process. Uh. I think it involved tubes?”
“Take your time,” said Re-l.
“Doggy!” said Pino.
That got everyone’s attention.
Re-l hadn’t seen a dog in a long time. They existed in Romdo, but they were very rare: expensive luxury items, usually a companion-type autoreiv fashioned to resemble a living animal. This animal was real, though. It was larger than the models she’d chanced to see, with real muscles moving under its glossy coat. Its fur was white, faint red marking winding up its back and around it dark eyes. It sat under the tree, great tongue lolling from a set of large, powerful jaws. It hadn’t been there a second ago.
“I don’t think that’s a dog, Pino,” said Re-l.
Vincent stepped forward. “No. She’s a wolf right now.”
There wasn’t any glow in his eyes, but he said it so deep in the throat that Re-l reached for her belt anyway. The wolf got up, shaking petals out of her coat. Pino started in her direction, reaching desperately towards that large, fuzzy figure. Kirsteva scooped the little autoreiv up under her arm. There was no doing the same for Vincent, who stalked towards the beast. The wolf did the same, intent to meet him halfway. Re-l followed, keeping her hand on her weapon. There was no telling, with things like this. Vincent had that blank look in his face. The one he had when he wasn’t quite Vincent at the moment. The wolf stopped. He knelt.
And, a second later, extended his hand.
“Not a proxy, I take it,” said Re-l. When it had become clear the danger had passed, and Pino had decided it was time to play ‘fetch’ with a convenient fallen branch.
“Ah,” said Vincent, himself again more or less. They sat under the tree. He had his knees up, fiddling with his scuffed up bangs. “No…yes. Sort of. It’s hard to explain. She doesn’t go by the same rules, I don’t think. She’s very old.”
“How old?”
Vincent rubbed his head. “Older than me.”
“That’s pretty damn old.” Pino tripped. The wolf was on her in an instant—grabbing her by her hood, and setting her back on her feet. “Who made her?”
He dropped his hand. Under his eyelashes, his gaze went sharp. “No one,” he said, quietly. His hand went to his pendant. He thumbed it, once. There was something a little reverent about the gesture. Self-conscious, too. “But she has eyes like Ours, all the same.”
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Date: 2008-02-23 05:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 06:02 pm (UTC)Babs and Buster!I MEAN Velvet & Cornelius.(no subject)
Date: 2008-02-23 10:26 pm (UTC)(ducks)
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Date: 2008-02-24 06:41 pm (UTC)