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Aug. 21st, 2005 12:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
MEME #1:
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MEME #2:
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MEME #2:
Give me a character or pairing (that I'm familiar with) and a word, and I will write you one line of fic here.
you heard the meme, lovelies~!
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Date: 2005-08-24 10:28 pm (UTC)...
She watches as they put her in the ground. Her eyes are closed, her arms are crossed, her head is up and she drowns in flowers -- she drowns in dust, she drowns in prayer, in oaths, in tears, in sacrifice. It's the worst sort of drowning -- one you can't try to swim out of -- but she sees it all as something far away.
She tries to remember her Hamlet's eyes -- she thinks they were a soft calling kind of blue, like water when it wants you to jump.
His eyes are all flame, and like a father -- a king -- like something else entirely, he says nothing but holds her. She is lost in the earth, they are alone in the darkness.
They will not be alone for long.
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Date: 2005-08-25 10:03 am (UTC)Ooooh. *flails* Ooooooh! I just--! Eeeee.
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Date: 2005-08-25 05:22 pm (UTC)are those ghost-noises? v. authentic.
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Date: 2005-08-26 07:35 pm (UTC).... *dies* I love thee so.