Goodbye LJ...
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
windandwaterThis 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!
♥
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: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-27 11:22 pm (UTC)Duo stared at the flap for long minutes, even after the fabric stopped swinging and the sound of Heero’s footsteps had faded. He knew, consciously, that Heero would be back soon -- he had said he would, and it was his tent, after all -- but before long he found himself shivering again. Every noise that filtered through the canvas walls made him start, driving in the realization that he was completely defenseless. In seeking to answer the questions who am I -- where am I -- the realization that he did not know the answers had taken him to the very fringes of the darkness that even now threatened to engulf him. He wanted to know where he was, who he was, why he was so afraid -- but he feared what would happen to him if he looked in his memories where the answers had to be. He was stranded between the two extremes; the danger outside, the danger within... somehow he had to find a balance. It was like walking a tightrope. It was like holding his breath...
He pulled himself into a defensive ball on the tangled blankets, and buried his face in his knees.