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: Three Days

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surged and throbbed with a dark rage, roaring in his ears and tossing his body about like a rag doll, but no longer did the waves claw towards the sky in fury and fall back to the sea in defeat. Here the rain didn't fall, nor the wind blow, and if not for the suffocating ocean surge, he could almost feel safer here.
He reached Heero just as his tether line snapped taut again, and he strained against its confining length, painfully unwinding just enough length of it from around his arms that he could thrust forward and snatch at Heero's arms. With the darkness of the ocean pressing into his eyes, he kicked up towards the surface again, hauling on the line to pull him along faster. Bubbles surged eagerly upwards, not all of them his; Duo couldn't think whether this was a good thing, or a bad thing.
He broached the surface like a whale, gasping for air, and the renewed sound and fury of the storm surprised him, for a moment. Bracing against the rope with one hand, he managed to manhandle Heero's body around until the Wing Pilot's head was above the surface. Water streamed from his mouth and nose, but Duo couldn't determine in all this turmoil if he was breathing or not. Well, nothing he could do here. Not until he got them both aboard the ship and safely under the deck again.
Another few second of confused juggling, and he had arranged things so that Heero lay draped against his chest, facing him, chin resting over his shoulders and limbs dangling limply at Duo's sides. One arm held Heero tightly against him, determined not to relinquish Heero to the fury of the storm, and the other pulled tight the line that connected them to the ship. Taking a deep breath, trying not to let a fit of coughing overcome him, he began the process of hauling them both back along the tether to the ship.
Halfway there, something dark and bulky looked up before him, like a wave, but it didn't fall like the waves. After a moment of confusion, Duo recognized it as a corner of the plastic crate that had broken apart. Pulling up alongside it, he elbowed it aside with the hand holding the tether.
The line snapped.
Oops, was the third-to-last thought that flashed through his head. Well, shit, was the second-to-last. And the final thought in his mind, before darkness overtook him, was that he had to keep Heero held tight to him no matter what.

The first sensations to greet him upon waking were a dizzying feel of vertigo and an aching nausea in the pit of his belly. His muscles tensed, just slightly, and