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keladryb and I ran away to Vegas for two days to kidnap skywaterblue. We had fun. I doubt I'll be catching up on my flist. What did I miss?
2. I had the vague notion that I would zip through the comments on Chapter 6 tonight and continue on to Chapter 7 without dropping a day, but... whoa. You guys talked a lot.
3. The sacred to-do list is now correct.
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crossing_harry exists. (Upon being invited, my first thought was " *blink* I write Harry crossgen?" I mean, I do... I just never thought of myself as being in that category.) Did you know that Remus/Harry=Remarry? That alone should be sufficient motivation for many, many more people to write the pairing.
5. I LESS-THAN-THREE YOU, FANDOM.
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5+. Although I do still less-than-three HP fandom, I am apparently also writing a Grand Spidey/Ock Epic. The outline is 850 words. Most of my fics are shorter than that. Oh dear.
keladryb and I ran away to Vegas for two days to kidnap skywaterblue. We had fun. I doubt I'll be catching up on my flist. What did I miss?2. I had the vague notion that I would zip through the comments on Chapter 6 tonight and continue on to Chapter 7 without dropping a day, but... whoa. You guys talked a lot.
3. The sacred to-do list is now correct.
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crossing_harry exists. (Upon being invited, my first thought was " *blink* I write Harry crossgen?" I mean, I do... I just never thought of myself as being in that category.) Did you know that Remus/Harry=Remarry? That alone should be sufficient motivation for many, many more people to write the pairing.5. I LESS-THAN-THREE YOU, FANDOM.
EDIT:
5+. Although I do still less-than-three HP fandom, I am apparently also writing a Grand Spidey/Ock Epic. The outline is 850 words. Most of my fics are shorter than that. Oh dear.
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Date: 2005-01-19 04:19 am (UTC)Anyway. Larry was hit run over by a rampaging elephant (the Midget Shooting Cannon misfired, it was a terrible tragedy. Forty-seven clowns dead.) Widowed single mother, I crawled back to Robin and begged him to take me back. Which he did, but only on the condition that I change my name to Tutti, get braces and a modified bowl cut, and speak in all '80's slang. Radical.
Welcome back. Glad you had fun. :D
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Date: 2005-01-19 05:08 am (UTC):P
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Date: 2005-01-19 07:06 am (UTC)(one night in a thousand)
Translucent silver light through the window. High summer moon. The smells of grass and blossoms and cabbage for supper painting invisible colour trails through the air. Nestled in pillow and soft red hair. Comfortable. Comfort. Steady breath tickling its whiskers. Soft harrumphs in sleep nudging its memory.
Clawing out of the pillow nest. Slowly. Slowly. Pulling free of tangled hair. Slowly. Slowly. Used to be brown. Smelled different. Different like blood and death and bone crackings. Fear. It remembers fear. And...not fear. Memory stirs. Scents and sounds. Mufled growls. Silent whispers. Smells piled atop each other. Warmth. It remembers not wanting.
Off the bed and across the floor and down the stairs trying not to squeak them even though it is too light to ever squeak them. Quiet as a mouse. It stops. Alien images. Doubled over. Smile. Nose high. Quivering. Body shaking. Something. Lack of breath. Happy? Laughter? A question. It doesn't understand laughter anymore.
Out the door into the garden below. Gnomes uninterested and uninteresting. The full moon drives it out. Tall fields beyond the walls.
Inhale.
Whispers of something. Shreds of laughter on the wind. Tatters of screams. Not a question this time. The pillow is so far away. Did the pillow even exist? Nothing exists except this moment. No past. No future. It lays in soft grass. Tiny brain spins. Whirls. Faster. Faster. Laughter. James. Tall horns. Quick hands. Bright flame. Smoke. Skidding across damp grass. Round stone in a sea of green light. It tastes fear. Strong. Bitter in its throat. Paws scrabble and twist in blades of grass. Remembering. Skittering for a hole. A tree. Anything.
A great winged thing passes overhead. It stops breathing. Still. Still. Fear. Too scared to move.
Mechanical growls split the eerie silence. A giant coughs in the smoke. Snarl. Sharp teeth and wicked eyes. Sirius. It can feel cold rage. Abstract. An obstacle to be overcome. Rats are innocent, incapable of betrayal. That much thought is a stretch. Instinct drives it. Self-preservation. Another explosion. It is free.
Still the moon hangs high. It remembers looking for faces, once. It can almost see one now. Half-formed. Silent. A breeze stirs. It can feel autumn in the air. In its bones. It stars at the moon. Trying. Trying to remember. Remus. Coarse, thick hair. Tender skin where leg met chest. Twisted in and riding between deft, expressive ears. Hidden smiles and the touch of hands. Exchanging notes in class. Revising in the library. Quiet hours doing nothing. He remembers.
Stars to the east fade softly into daybreak. He remembers and doesn't care. He twitches, skin and muscle aching to reform. Bones creak and settle uncertainly. He remembers palms to cheeks. Chapped, bitten lips. he remembers--
"Ahh, Scabbers. So that's where you've been. Naughty rat, running away in the dead of night like that. You could have been eaten!" Rough hands around its middle. "Come on, let's get inside. It's breakfast time!" It almost sighs. Doesn't understand the impulse. Sniff. It wonders if it can sneak away some of those sausages.
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Date: 2005-01-19 04:24 am (UTC)Ha ha. I was gonna wait until my roommates were gone to listen (I don't know why, I do things like this) but now I have to do it RIGHT NOW!
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Date: 2005-01-19 04:30 am (UTC)I bet you guys had a ton of fun. I wish someone would kidnap me for a las vegas trip so I didn't have to work tomorrow. (Note: my job is easy and I am a whiner!)
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Date: 2005-01-19 04:23 am (UTC)Re: thank you
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Date: 2005-01-19 08:26 am (UTC)Oooo. 50% done on Amiu page for the ConScritp Directory? Awesome! I was just looking at the directory past couple days. I haven't done much myself on it lately, including still haven't put up a page for Imirn. Been so busy lately, developing dialect and customs for my Tribe in World of Warcraft :P
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Date: 2005-01-19 11:02 am (UTC):D!!!!
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Date: 2005-01-20 12:16 am (UTC)It's going to be so _long_ compared to most of the stuff I write, but I'm having SO much fun writing it.
*Wormtail sneaks away for a Hawaiian vacation*
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Date: 2005-01-20 02:27 am (UTC)7001!
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Date: 2005-01-20 03:22 am (UTC)Yow! That is cause for celebration.
pay no attention to the Boba Fett action figure. I always wanted to be a bounty hunter when I grew up.
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Date: 2005-01-19 02:56 pm (UTC)You utter bastard, you stole my line! (I've been waiting for an occasion to use this myself... just goes to show, never wait to use a good line.)
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