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: Break

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

"I'm sorry," Duo whispered, an automatic response to the pain in front of him, even as his mind was still working through the implications of Heero's speech. "You... you love me?"

"Hai," Heero said quietly, and when he looked up again there was a suspicious brightness in his eyes. "Ai shite'ru, Duo. I love you -- I need you." Without releasing Duo's fingers, his other hand reached up and hovered over Duo's battered face, not quite daring to touch. "So don't die, okay? Don't leave me."

"I won't," Duo promised, and felt matching tears beginning to threaten in his own eyes, although they were countered by the smile that he couldn't keep off his face. He leaned forward slightly into the Wing pilot's touch; he needed the physical contact, regardless of how his injuries protested. " 'I have now found thee; when I lose thee again, I care not.' "

They floated like that, for a timeless moment, before a dull roaring blast and the slight juddering of the walls and floor around them brought them back to reality. "We have to go now," Heero said, and the soldier mask was back in place. He lowered his hand from Duo's face, and redrew his gun. He shifted his grip from Duo's hand farther up his arm, prepared to lend his aid and support, and looked fully into Duo's face. "Will you be all right?" he asked, and there was a universe's worth of meaning in that question.

"Yes." He closed his arms around the vision of comfort and love that was his partner, and knew that everything would be all right now. "Take me home."

He smiled.



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Re: Break

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

When tyrants tremble in their fear

and hear their death knell ringing,



"What the hell has he got to smile about?" the Oz guard snarled, jerking his head towards the heavy steel door. "We've had him locked up now for almost a fucking month, and we've been working him over nearly every fucking day. He should be broken; he should be begging for his goddamned life, but we haven't gotten a single worthwhile thing out of him! What the fuck is he smiling at?"

His younger companion only shrugged, feeling the other's frustration and rage without fully comprehending it. The older man seemed to take everything the prisoner did as a personal offense, especially when it was out of the ordinary, like now.



when friends rejoice both far and near

how can I keep from singing?



Behind the two men, in the chill confines of the maximum security detention cell, a boy of no more than sixteen hunched into a ball in the corner between the unyielding wall and the floor, rocking slightly back and forth. His bones pressed sharply against flesh covered in a patchwork of bruises and cuts. His skin was flushed by the same fever that filled his eyes with a mad glitter. Those wide-staring eyes were fixed on the blinding overhead lights, the pupils distended almost to the point where the blue-violet irises were hardly visible. A once-proud mass of waist-length braid was matted and tangled beyond repair, tumbling over his gaunt shoulders and pooling against his knees where they were drawn tightly to his chest.

A brilliant smile was fixed on his face as he hummed to himself, pausing occasionally to mutter nonsense words in response to some voice that only he could hear. Violent, uncontrollable tremors wracked his frame as he rocked, turning his head slightly as if to track someone's progress, and he smiled.



In prison cell and dungeon vile

our thoughts to them are winging;



After a long time, the rhythmic swaying motion slowed, and stopped.



when friends by shame are undefiled

how can I keep from singing?



Gently, almost imperceptibly, the tremors eased into stillness.



No storm can shake my inmost calm,

while to that rock I'm clinging.



Slowly, the glitter faded from those violet eyes.



Since love is lord of heaven and earth

how can I keep from singing?