... yeah, screw it.

[taennyn]

I'm burning a ridiculous number of CDs to fill the last order for today, so have some time on my hands.

Spark me, people!

I make no promises as to what you'll get in response. :)

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35 sparks, split as:

Comments

Falcons' Feathers - Irina and the many-named, "accent"

[taennyn]

"No, no, try again."

She gave him a look that boded bruises later, then squinted at him. "Your grandmother sucks reindeer hides."

He laughed, patted her head. "Better! But to be accurate you should say 'your grandmother chews reindeer hides', and besides that's not what we were practicing."

She pressed her palms to her cheeks, dragged them down so her lower eyelids gapped pink beneath her eyes.

Re: Falcons' Feathers - Irina and the many-named, "accent"

[billradish]

*snerk!* Ah, languages.

I love that last image. <3

Re: Falcons' Feathers - Irina and the many-named, "accent"

[klgaffney]

bwahaha. poor irina. looks like the boy might be a rather exacting instructor. (or at least, according to HER pov.)

[darthneko]

blue cotton candy

ancient tourist books

cold fried chicken that's gone slightly soggy

Nataraj - Samuil, "cold fried chicken"

[taennyn]

Belatedly noticing that he was kind of hungry--a check of the clock said it'd been a good six hours since he'd last had anything with caloric content--Samuil did a save-as and went prowling for the remains of lunches past.

The pantry was empty, unless he counted sugar packets, which he didn't, but the fridge rendered a bruised peach (organic by the depth of fuzz on the skin) and a tupperware container of fried chicken. Cold, the breading had gone a bit soggy, but it wasn't nearly old enough to have picked up strange flavours or textures, so he ate it over the sink, shedding bits of crust, and had the peach for a follow-up.

The peach was messier by far than the chicken, and he washed the tupperware, threw away the pit, and scrubbed his hands and chin before going back to work.

Re: Nataraj - Samuil, "cold fried chicken"

[klgaffney]

rawr. hungry now. want FUD.

Re: Nataraj - Samuil, "cold fried chicken"

[billradish]

Ah, the flatline face of "Why isn't your fridge better stocked than that? Here, have more food."

[klgaffney]

annoyingly sticky fingers.

a piece of metal with no discrnable(sp) function.

intricate carving done out of boredom.

a sudden loud clatter.

Swallow's Tail - Sascha and Lev Petrovich, "a piece of metal"

[taennyn]

Lev Petrovich squinted at the grease-marked exterior, then plucked the equally greasy bit of metal from Sascha's stained palm. "So you took it apart, because it was clanking."

"Mm," Sascha agreed, like he was thinking about something else.

"And when you put it back together, you had a leftover piece, but it worked."

"'s about the size of it, yeah. Can you figure out what the extra's for?"

Lev petrovich flipped the piece back and forth a few times. It had no hinges, no threads, no holes for threads to bite . . . "No, no I can't."

"I'll tape it to the top then, in case we figure it out later."

Re: Swallow's Tail - Sascha and Lev Petrovich, "a piece of metal"

[klgaffney]

*snork* that horse is so very speshul.

and i like sascha's completely blank "this happened, and i was there, and possibly might've even put my hands on it, but i had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that it makes no sense." face.

Re: Swallow's Tail - Sascha and Lev Petrovich, "a piece of metal"

[billradish]

Whot Kammy said, mostly.

Also, <3

[illian]

Lapses in translation

Actually effective armor

Feathers of unusual size

Tree speech

Wolves and plaid

Bad time to magic

Steel coins

Upside down and annoyed raven

Goosebumps on foxes

Bad tea shipment

"Wait, you actually traveled in that?"

Stolen kisses under starlight

The wrong trap

Last good shirt (or pants)

Brown sugar sand

o.o Okay, the brain just wouldn't stop for a while there.

Hey, go for the gusto, man.

[taennyn]

And you cleared the number that makes certain people twitchy, so 's all good. :D

Re: Hey, go for the gusto, man.

[illian]

And you cleared the number that makes certain people twitchy, so 's all good. :D

Of course I did!
*shifty look*

Some Kind of Love Song - Arianhrod and Takashi, "Brown sugar sand"

[taennyn]

In his own shape, in his own skin, yellow eyes and rusty-red hair and brown-sugar-and-sand skin, he made a startling contrast to her. Never a reflection, always complement or contrast, the unmarked skin that contrasted with her freckles, his hair darker and fair straighter, coarser, than hers.

There was never a question of which of them had shed into the bedclothes or into the brush--unless he cheated, and even then once shed his hairs had a tendency to revert to their own shape. She'd actually had the chance to watch, bemused, as what she'd assumed was a tangled nest of her own hairs uncoiled, aged like fallen leaves to his shade of red from hers.

She liked the way her hands stood out on his skin, though--never so deep a contrast as with her first husband, though her hands were darker now than they'd been then--pale freckled fingers and pink nailbeds brushing at molasses-touched skin.

Deaths - the Morrigan, "almond biscuits"

[taennyn]

The tea was classically Russian, smoked within stems of its life, served with milk, jam and a sugar lump to the side so she could adulterate it as she wished.

Accompaniment, much to her surprise and pleasure, was almond biscuits, just heavy enough on the flavour to be tasted through the smoke of the tea, and she ate more of them than she'd expected to as a result, all but purring her approval.

Re: Deaths - the Morrigan, "almond biscuits"

[billradish]

*purr* <3

Re: Deaths - the Morrigan, "almond biscuits"

[klgaffney]

...*laughing* description of tea just made something click. and yum.