you know i dream in color

[norgbelulah]

I had a long, stress-filled, tiring day.  Then I went to see the Hunger Games and I cried tears and it gave me a shaky camera headache.

The nvrleaveherlan assignments are half done and I am going to bed.

I could really use some cheer-up fic if someone would like to give me some.  i don't even care who's in it.

<3

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[bleodswean]

He had taken to sleeping on the floor. She was still recuperating on the sofa. It was a mystery to him how she could claim it as comfortable, but as he had spent his own gunshot convalescence in and out of consciousness in a narrow bed down at County and found comfort in the family Bible. Ava was not him. And there was huge comfort in that realization. Ava was all about the flesh, about the here and the now, about the blood and the bone. She made him real. She made him feel alive. So, he was on the parlor room floor beside the sofa, in blankets and a pillow from their bed. Awake for his watch, listening to her breathe, ragged shallow pain-filled breaths. It injured him. But he had made his peace with that. Dickie would pay but right now Ava needed him

[norgbelulah]

This. This is the absolute BEST. Eeeeee! Thank you! :D

I love how he connects with her over their now shared traumatic events. I love that he wants to do things for her, and that she knows he's there. <33333

Next up, Boyd and Ava as bodice ripper hero and heroine AU! :P

<3

[bleodswean]

HEE~!~!~! I want Boyd to read me a bodice ripper!!!! Even the freakin' telephone book would do!

Cheer up, kiddo!