Ficbits AGAIN?
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Good god, am I doing one of these every other week now? (I. I just. I keep getting enough done. And I'm a little drained after Visitation.)
FICBIT ME.
Bits will be five hundred words at least. Any fandom you know I know.
I am receptive to crossovers* this time around. (white_aster, I am looking STRAIGHT AT YOU.) In fact, if it is something I have ( Read more... )
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How about... Larsa in the immediate aftermath of Penelo leaving him in the Swan Song saga? His emotions, his reactions, and any crazy schemes he might have hatched to win her back.
(I know, I know, I should really request some, I dunno, Reks fic or something from you. But... but... I need to know so I can make her reactions in the aftermath all ironic-like! I'm sorry for being so repeptitive. ::sob::)
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His Imperial Majesty Larsa Ferrinas Solidor is a damned control-freak.
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for Maria - Frog
For weeks he begins sketches of her face in the margins of half the documents to cross his path. Her hair frames the lines haphazardly, never pale enough, too many winding curls to evoke gold. He gets as far as a pointed chin and the buds of a nose that are always too high, and eyes that grow too thick and heavy with ink, but her lips are always perfect. If he covers the top of her face with his thumb, hides his inability to render her, to capture her, he can put words in her mouth.
He restarts every document, and hides the rest in the lowest drawer of whatever desk he is using. When she returns, he will show them to her, laugh self-deprecatingly and say, look what you have driven me to, look what power you retain when you are gone. And he will add, surely you will not forsake that, and smile down at her, hold her to his side, and she will chide him for growing even thinner in her absence ( ... )
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YAY GREEN TEA ICE CREAM!
And you got it. Every single ounce of it. I'm flattered. ::grins::
I would love more Baschfic out of you. No imposition. If you're inspired.
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MK and Seiferat meet in the Slums. Hee. Let bitchfest begin!
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for Kell, 2 - Typhoid Mary
[3:30 PM. It is raining Upside and subsequently dripping murky not-quite-sewage here. MK is on her way from the Creek to work. Has an umbrella on her hip. Isn’t using it. comes to a trafficked corner if you know what I mean.]
SEIFERAT: Your hair.
[MK turns. SEIFERAT is leaning against the wall in the garb that befits her position, befits being an ironic term. Laugh. Really.]
SEIFERAT: Have to say, I’m jealous. Haven’t seen someone ruin a potentially gorgeous look like you in a long time.
[MK’s hair at this point is past her ass, matted in the rank humidity, and she redid the roots this morning, blood-gobbet red. She raises an eyebrow-also dyed, in need of a trim-and scoffs.]
MK: What, did yours get occupational hazard lice before you hacked it off?
SEIFERAT: [scowls] Actually, yes.
MK: No wonder.
[The traffic light changes. MK does not move.]
SEIFERAT: Yours is an occupational hazard ( ... )
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Two comments, Lover~
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for Kell, 1 - Witch
Blackest night, and heaviest rain, and this was the fourth night in a row that Ovelia had locked herself in Delita’s chambers, and him out of them.
The locksmith had come and gone, but that was not the point, or so Delita had to remind himself in between the thunderclaps that rang through the palace halls. Of course Ovelia had an agenda, and it was to make clear to Delita that he’d done something to hurt her, and she was no fool, surely she knew that he could drill his way back into the royal bedroom with coin and contacts, and hell, he was not just her husband but her king, but-a flash of lightning-that was not the point Never mind that ordaining Olan’s execution had nothing at all to do with Ovelia ( ... )
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The first time he leaves his people for her, her green hair is half grey. She assures him that not nearly so much time has passed as he thinks, that it is only stress. After all, the gap between girl and woman is meant to be much smaller than woman and crone, and surely it has not been more than a year on the surface?
“A year and a half,” he corrects.
“Still not a crone, then,” she says, and smirks, and asks him how little has changed.
And he tells her of the status quo, of Cecil, who Edge refuses to refer to as King anything, being of course the greatest thing to hit Baron since running water, and of Rosa, who Cecil has not yet wed. Of his own kingdom he speaks very little, and admits freely that he is trying to rule it as little as possible. She rolls her eyes; he takes advantage of the gesture and looks at the curve of her neck. Her skin still seems smooth. He tells her so.
Her eyes shudder in their loll and her eyebrows flicker. “Guess a year isn’t enough to teach you tact “Do ( ... )
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I always think this must be one of the hardest parts of their relationship, because Rydia's not going to really give up her time in the land of summons (at least not without good reason) and Edge is a lot younger, mentally, than most of the cast, though he's chronologically older. It makes for a really neat dynamic between then and you did so well with it here. ^.^;
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This image has been haunting me for a while. Thank you for drawing it out!
(If you receive it twice, it is because I corrected some spelling. Do forgive me, it is 3 AM.)
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for Rampant Geekery - a Start
“I would dream of you,” she mutters, against his collarbone.
His skin responds more than his voice, a rolled raise and hitch of his shoulder, a slight deepening of his breath.
“When I was a girl,” she explains. “But it was not like this.”
To himself, he agrees, of course not, and wonders if any girl pictures herself at forty-nine, beside a man of sixty-five. But then he hears her meaning, through the tremble of her lip on the faint hairs of his skin, the slight rattle on the hiss of ‘this’. “I hope I do not disappoint,” he says.
Her breath lightens, and it is with humor-this he reads easily, the tensing wrinkle of her breasts against his chest, and out the corner of his eye the shuddering vein in her neck-but the sigh on her breath is laden.
He almost has to ask, like how? Tightening her grip on his hipbone, and ( ... )
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chibi! Dragon Cavalry!
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for Amy - Know-it-all Rahal
Rahal, Roog decides, is the single most unfun person in the world.
Seriously though. Even his big sister what’s-her-face is more fun, and more funny than fun, because she at least looks funny with her glasses and gets kind of a glassy-watery-pond-look when she is standing around doing nothing. Rahal is just serious like a grownup, only even more so than a grownup. He’s like Roog’s least favorite uncle. Worse, he’s like Roog’s teachers What’s worse is that he’s a better rider ( ... )
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