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: Spring

[cerusee.livejournal.com]

It is a fact that trees talk to each other. But few creatures other than trees can understand tree talk, so they are rarely overheard. If they were, their conversations might sound, to human ears, thusly:

“Why, hello there. Been sleeping the spring away again, have we?”

“Hush,” the magnolia said peacefully to the cherry tree. “I’ll bloom when I will. They’re my flowers, not yours.”

The cherry tree’s branches stirred a little in a gesture a human might have interpreted as an apologetic wave of hand. “Nothing meant by it, really. Just thinking of all the flowers you never get to see, with you waiting until May to open your buds and all.”

“Well, there’s those azaleas,” the magnolia said.

“Half of them are dropping flowers already.”

“Tchah! That’s the season for you. And if they’re wilting when spring’s halfway over, what’s to look at but you and me?”

“That’s true, I suppose,” the cherry admitted. “Bit of a shame we can’t all be seen at once, but then there’d never be enough bees to go around. You don’t know what you’re missing, though. There’s something wonderful about the beginning of spring...”

“Like what?” the magnolia asked, curious.

“Oh, everything’s so fresh. New leaves are the most beautiful. I’d love to bloom first, just once, to open the first flowers anyone ever saw. Like the forsythia, or those tiny snowdrops.” The cherry tree sighed a little (of course, had there been any human being around, they would have felt just the lightest of breezes).

“That does sound quite nice,” the magnolia admitted, as the soft, furry grey coverings to her flowers began to drop to the earth.



It is a fact that human beings talk to each other, but few creatures besides humans can understand human speech, so they are rarely overheard--by trees, anyway, even when humans lie on grassy hillsides on warm, golden afternoons.

“I wish you’d get up early just once,” Heero told Duo.

“Why?”

“Because...” Heero thought carefully. “Because the morning is so different from the rest of the day.”

“How do you mean?” Duo said, rolling over to look at him.

Heero shaded his eyes from the bright sun and drew his knees up against his chest. “It’s...cooler...and...calm. Right around dawn things are wet...damp...but it dries out quickly in the sun...”

“We never had real sunshine on the colonies...” Duo said wistfully. “I figured it didn’t get any better than this.” He took a deep breath, basking in the warmth.

“Yes, I know what you mean, but morning is different. It’s fresher. Different birds sing, and the flowers are just opening up.” He tugged Duo’s brain, oh-so-gently. “Why don’t you get up early with me just once, to see?” He added, enticingly, “I’ll make you coffee...”

“Hey, I’ll do anything for coffee.” Duo took Heero’s hand with his own. “And you.”

Re: Spring

[cerusee.livejournal.com]

“Okay, I’ll admit it’s pretty, but it’s still too damn early to be up, Heero,” Duo yawned.

“Here.” Heero pressed a thermos mug full of steaming coffee into his hands.

“Oh, that smells nice.” Duo sipped slowly. “I feel better already.”

“We can have breakfast when we go back inside.”

“Breakfast? What is this breakfast thing? I only know lunch.” Heero started to answer, but Duo cut him off, laughing softly. “You know I’m kidding.” He wriggled on the damp grass. “You’re right, it is cooler. Chilly, in fact.” He scooted over to Heero’s side and slung an arm around him. “That’s better.”

Pleased beyond words, Heero leaned into Duo’s warmth.



“Goodness, but they’re up early,” the magnolia said. “The sun’s barely past the horizen.”

“Animals are so charming,” the cherry replied. “Look at how they’ve got their limbs twined together.”

The magnolia frowned a tree-frown, which nothing like a human frown. “Oh, but what’s the one with the willow-leaves doing? Oh, it’s ripping the grass up and...stop that, you beast!”

“I’m sure the grass is used to it by now,” the cherry chuckled. “And those aren’t willow-leaves. Animals don’t have leaves, they have hair. The grass will grow back, it’s fine. Huh. They are silly, aren’t they?”

The magnolia tree huffed, and her blossoms trembled. “It shouldn’t do that to the poor grass.”

“Well, it seems to think its mate looks better with bits of plant all over it; but then, most animals do...here, I’ll make it stop.” She shook her branches, as if the breeze was blowing, and showered the animals with the petals of her flowers, which were already falling only days after they had opened.

Re: Spring

[cerusee.livejournal.com]

“I think that cherry tree decided to decorate us, Heero,” Duo said, picking flower petals out of the coffee and wondering if it would taste now of amaretto. Or was it marachino? He always got those confused. He pulled out a whole blossom. “Very pretty,” he called to the cherry tree. The cherry tree, of course, did not reply. It was a tree, lacking in ears, and in any case incapable of human speech.

“You were the one throwing grass at me.”

“Green is your color.”

Heero rolled his eyes. “Was it worth getting up early to see the morning?”

Duo nodded. “Yeah. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything quite like it...summer is best in the afternoon...winter’s cosy at night, and fall is gorgeous any time...but I think maybe spring is best in the morning.” He began to sing, softly, “It’s spring again...and birds are on the wing again...something something-ing...don’t know all the words...”

“What are you singing?” Heero asked.

Duo shrugged. “Dunno.” He sang again, to a different tune, “I feel so gay...in a melancholy way... it might as well be spring! Oh, it might as...well be...spring!” He laughed, then leaned forward to kiss Heero on the cheek. But Heero turned his head at the last moment, and the kiss caught him squarely on the mouth.

They lingered like that for a moment, and then Heero pulled back and said breathlessly, “That was nice.”

“Yeah,” Duo agreed, grinning stupidly. “Wait, the singing or the kiss?”

“Both,” said Heero, and slid his arm around Duo’s waist.

Then there was no more talk.

(Except possibly that of the trees. But if there were, Duo and Heero certainly wouldn’t know, because they were humans, and didn’t understand tree talk).


et finis.