Christmas gift for teh friendsies!

[lucindathemaid]

MiroSanta is nearly done; wrote a good two thousand words of it last night but am really happy with what I've got. Deadline isn't until next week anyway, and the post hasn't gone up at the_chasms yet telling us that we can link our fics.

So...

Christmas one-liner meme is now open!!!!!Give me a character, group of characters, or pairing from any fandom you

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[lucindathemaid]

omg, these took forever. Terribly sorry but... I hope you like them anyway? :D<

*bows, runs away*

[Rangiku/Gin - beauty]

She thinks about the difference between Then and Now.

Then they would share a blanket by a dying fire and he’d whisper in her ear and she’d laugh herself to sleep.

Now she wakes up bleary from drink, trying desperately to rub the image of him from her eyes.

Then she’d see him all the time, and he’d had his secrets but he’d shared so much with her anyway.

Now she lives seven divisions down and sees him vicariously through her grumbling captain.

Then he’d touch her shoulder gently and tell her she was beautiful and let’s stay together forever, Rangiku-san.

Now she is beautiful and secure, but he’s never there to tell her that.

She thinks about the difference between Then and Now and knows that she will always regret looking into his eyes when he went away for the final time.

[Ichigo/Orihime - papyrus]

“Kurosaki-kun, what do you want to do for our project on Egypt?”

“I dunno. We could always just… make papyrus or something.” He knew that Orihime was thrilled about being paired together for a school project, just as he knew that she would get rather enthusiastic about making it as creative as possible.

Of course, this enthusiasm was a double edged sword.

“Or! Or! Or! We could each be mummies! You know, with toilet paper and stuff? And we could describe the embalming process and then pretend to be in a horror movie!” She held out her hands and swayed. “Gerr, gerr, gerr… I’ll crush those tomb robbers, gerr!”

He groaned at the waggling fingers in his face.

At least this would be an easy A.

[Miroku/Sango - blown away]

She was the wind. She could be quiet and calm, violent and angry, a welcoming breeze on his cheeks or an impending storm in his palm.

She was the wind, and she always managed to blow him away.

[Onigumo+Kikyou - it's not over]

His body is dying, and she’s so close, but his hand won’t move and she’s too far away.

His mouth is dry and he wants to speak to her, but there’s an aching in his chest that seals his mouth shut.

This continuum unnerves him and he wants so badly for this all to be over.

But he compromises by throwing his body away. He compromises, and so he continues.

[Miroku/Sango - ginger]

“It’s, um… well it’s…” He shoves the ball of food to one side of his mouth and pulls his tongue as far away from it as possible. He wants so badly to swallow, but he knows it’d just come right back up.

He tries to smile.

“Well, Sango, there’s so much ginger it’s hard to taste anything.”

She glares at him.

“Look, monk, I know I can’t cook. But you can at least pretend my efforts mean something to you.”