Sep 12, 2006 13:13
You all know the drill by now; I will write nearly anything, or try, the big exception being explicit porn. As always I reserve the right to creatively interpret your request, if it would amuse me to do so.
Also note that graduate school will make me slower than normal, this time.
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Hm~ I'm really happy with anything with Stan or Pallapalla because I'm self-centered like that. |D
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Games"You broke my leaf ( ... )
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RescueAs night, fell, they struck ( ... )
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I leave the definition of thing up to you.
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And yeah, it'll take a little more development, but I could easily see this happening in camp someday.
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"Are you the Wizard I met as a child?"
Francescu considered the question and the man before him. He seemed familiar, somehow, as though they had met long ago, or in a dream. "...perhaps? In this place I meet a good number of children, due to the wild power."
"Yes...I remember you now. From a dream, as well. You told a story..."
"...of a young man betrayed by his pain. Yes, I remember. But I had thought it was you who told the story, and I who listened."
"I remember listening, as a young child...but it was a dream. How did we share it?"
Francescu shrugged. "Doubtless it was the wild magic. Does it matter? It was a story well-told."
"It was." The other man paused. "I am Fiyero."
"Francescu Gargamel; it is a pleasure, Fiyero. Perhaps someday we will tell such a story again."
Fiyero smiled. "I'll look forward to it, Master Francescu."
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(Though if you do feel like using a prompt... *points to icon/keywords* 8D)
(And please please please feel more than free to also ignore the optional prompt as I've had four hours of sleep and should not be suggesting anything to anyone. I just know that sometimes it can make things easier!)
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It was night in Tokyo, and the shadows were curiously alive. They were deeper than they should have been, and tricked the eye; one might almost swear they moved when one wasn't looking.
The figure stalking down the street paid no heed to the darkness; rather, he accepted it as the norm, and in turn it gathered to him like a faithful dog. Intent on his destination and his goal, he unerringly sought a certain address, a certain building. The burden he carried would be delivered ( ... )
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