svmadelyn wins the internets and a made-up meme

[technosage]

♥ Y'all, svmadelyn wins the internets. Forreals. She runs undermistletoe singlehandedly, is super-organized, and every time I turn around the woman is doing something fabulous for fandom. ♥

She's at it again. This time it's a Valentine's Day anon-love gamesetmatch something. Basically, pick up to 14 people on LJ, say something nice about them in an email, and send it to

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[technosage]

Leaving. Bruce raked a hand through his hair, then tugged his sleeves down. Yazoo left tomorrow. He stalked the small kitchen of his Tropolis apartment, hunted two Lalique goblets, two bottles of 1991 Opus One cabernet he'd not intended for this purpose. Leaving him

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"My leaving is an important event?"

He shook his head once. "Promises are important events."

The small frown while he poured said Yazoo didn't understand.

Spilled-blood red drained down the bowl of the second goblet. Handing one to Yazoo, he swirled his, watched legs form and drip slow. "Two matching bottles. One to drink now, our first together." The crystal sang out, chimed promise, when he touched his glass to Yazoo's. "One to go with you, for next year."

Yazoo lifted the crystal to his perfect mouth then drank. He rolled the liquid on his tongue, jerked his chin up telling Bruce to drink, too.

As he did, Yazoo smiled, brilliant. "You'll visit."

Leaving, yes, but not for good. And Bruce would visit.

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and quiet as a curl of smoke

And that? That is why I think you are the most brilliant writer I've ever known.

This was so aching and poignant and sad and hopeful and sweet and hot and did I say aching? [sighs happily]

Thank you so much for this. Really. I have no words at all but a huge feeling of gratitude.

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*flails incoherently*

One line does not a brilliant writer make. What it makes is a hit or miss creative mind with occasional flashes of brilliance. *hands* Still. I do appreciate that you think so, and some days I even believe I might be good enough to be worthy of half that admiration. *kisses you*

Bruce told me the story, exactly as he wanted it. He missed Yazoo so much, that short while between towns; I hadn't reckoned how much. I don't think I'd realized just how hard he'd fallen then. The story is Bruce telling me his hopes and fears and how everything rested on the same thing: a future with Yazoo.

*hands* The boy went and fell in love when we weren't looking and then when I looked again, it was fait accompli. Not that I'm complaining. He's happy, Yazoo's happy, you and I are happy. *laughs*

You're welcome, y'know, and don't be grateful, just enjoy. That's all the gratitude I want. *hugs tight*