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!

♥

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Re: Honey

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Slowly, he forced his hands to go up to his collar; it was still unbuttoned, he couldn't stand to pull it tight around his throat again.
"You've got a big mouth...."
"Shit!" he hissed, and slammed his hand against the wall.

The water wasn't nearly hot enough for a shower anyway, Duo thought in disgust as he abandoned the bathroom. Heero was still at his laptop, typing away at a fantastic rate as the screen flickered full of text, and Duo bit back a sigh. There'd be nothing from him for hours, and Duo decided to get some sleep. After that mission, he needed it, and he knew he wouldn't be getting enough for a while.
With a deep breath, almost ceremonial, Duo managed to shed his outer layer of his clothes, stripping down to white undershirt and boxers. Heero's presence in the room, even if his lover was ignoring him, was still a comfort and Duo savored it all he could as he crawled into the scratchy bed.
The mattress creaked horribly, and Duo tried to ignore it as he shifted around, attempting to find a comfortable position. There weren't many; he was bruised pretty much everywhere, and the sheets were coarse against the lacerations. Unless they started bleeding again, he was pretty much prepared to ignore them too. Finally, he managed to settle, turning close towards the wall and letting Heero's presence shield his back. He let out a sigh, closed his eyes, and forced his tense muscles to relax.
He thought carefully, deliberately, of nothing, letting his thoughts float further and further, reaching for sleep that would ease his battered body, if not his mind. A bed, even a scratchy one, beat the chair of his cockpit anyday, or the floor of an alley. He'd slept in those too. The Gundam was better -- he was closed in and alone -- but that wasn't a good thing, unless he was alone with Heero. Maybe they should try getting into a Gundam together sometime. It would be a tight fit, unless he sat on Heero's lap. Maybe they could pilot together. He smiled muzzily at the thought. Piloting together, Shinigami and Wing, what a team they'd make. Oz would never know what hit them.
Oz... flickered around in his mind, distant and muffled. Cold hangar bay, and they weren't supposed to be there... Oz... he hadn't expected to find anyone there... His throat was sore, and he absently reached one hand up to rub it.
A voice echoed suddenly, coldly, right next to his ear.
"You've got a big mouth, space brat... let's see how much you can fit in it."
Suddenly he was wide awake, muscles strung tight as a bow and ready to