Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

Comments

Re: All of my GW fic. EVER.

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

here you are," he said. He leaned one arm casually against the metal surface Heero lay spread on, and Heero flinched like a needle going in. That got a twitch of Duo's lips, a flicker in his eyes.
"They've got you on some good stuff, don't they?" Duo said softly, tilting his head to take Heero in. "I heard that J gave the formula. Nothing they had was keepin' you down, was it? So he gave them the right stuff, for your freak metabolism. I guess he woulda known, huh?"
"Duo," Heero managed to croak out, on his next try. Now that the other -- the other was this close, he could see him, focus on him without needing to strain his neck or his eyes. Duo looked good -- Duo looked damn good, and the sight made some terrible emotion wash through his body.
"Heheh," Duo chuckled, but there was no humor behind it. "Been a while since we met like this, hasn't it, Hee-chan?"
The mocking tone, and the old word brought the feeling back again, this time distinctly recognizable as pain. It was almost enough to revive him. "Get these things off of me," he said, and his words were recognizable, if hoarse.
All the smile and mockery flashed away in an instant, and before he even had time to react Duo had hit him across the face, and held his mouth in a bruising grip. "I don't take orders from you, Heero Yuy," he snarled. "I didn't back then, and I sure as hell ain't gonna start now."
He hadn't felt the blow, but now he felt the ache creeping in. He licked his lips, but didn't taste blood. Not unless his senses were playing tricks on him again.
"You're still a fucking prick." Duo pushed away from the table, and began to pace the room. Heero saw his braid snap out behind him, from where it had been stuck into a pocket for safekeeping, and then the pain washed through him again.

He remembered the last time he'd seen Duo. It was back during the war, back when things still made sense. Before everything went crazy. Before he went crazy.
He remembered Duo lying on his side the bed, in a white t-shirt and blue sweatpants, eyes closed. His hair came out in wisps from its braid, and floated in front of his face. He remembered the small smile on Duo's face when he sat down on the bed beside him, the way that Duo seemed to turn towards him like a flower into the sun. He remembered leaning down to kiss Duo, and Duo pushing him away.