Snow!
It SNOWED today.
Not a lot, mind you.
Barely any at all.
And I think it’s already molten away completely.
Still…
It SNOWED today.
And because snow is <3 and I’ve been listening to BLESS again for hours and hours, I have written a tiny little fluffy cute Meguhai piece that is utterly pointless, but that I really like and will probably post soon. I kind of owe it to you guys after two heavily angst-ridden fics.
Here’s a teaser:
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Thud.
Something cold hit Megumi right between the shoulder blades. She whirled around, a slight expression of confusion written in her dark eyes. But all she saw upon turning was a bright smile, flushed cheeks and an impish glint in eyes that were somehow too large and round and beautiful.
“Wasn’t me.”
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Teehee.
*looks outside, waits for more snow and tries to squeeze more writing in between work*
Seriously, I don’t know what it is, but I’m just itching all over to WRITE something. Anything. I love feeling like this, restless with the desire to write and with inspiration aplenty. I have a feeling tonight I’ll curl up on the couch with my netbook, put in some L’arc music and just type until I can’t keep my eyes open. Yes. I think I’ll do that…
Not a lot, mind you.
Barely any at all.
And I think it’s already molten away completely.
Still…
It SNOWED today.
And because snow is <3 and I’ve been listening to BLESS again for hours and hours, I have written a tiny little fluffy cute Meguhai piece that is utterly pointless, but that I really like and will probably post soon. I kind of owe it to you guys after two heavily angst-ridden fics.
Here’s a teaser:
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Thud.
Something cold hit Megumi right between the shoulder blades. She whirled around, a slight expression of confusion written in her dark eyes. But all she saw upon turning was a bright smile, flushed cheeks and an impish glint in eyes that were somehow too large and round and beautiful.
“Wasn’t me.”
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Teehee.
*looks outside, waits for more snow and tries to squeeze more writing in between work*
Seriously, I don’t know what it is, but I’m just itching all over to WRITE something. Anything. I love feeling like this, restless with the desire to write and with inspiration aplenty. I have a feeling tonight I’ll curl up on the couch with my netbook, put in some L’arc music and just type until I can’t keep my eyes open. Yes. I think I’ll do that…