Goodbye LJ...
Feb. 20th, 2006 06:50 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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!
♥
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!
♥
Re: Spoil of War, prologue
Date: 2006-02-27 11:29 pm (UTC)“It was no particular trouble,” Trowa denied, and glanced over Heero’s shoulder at the sleeping form barely illuminated by the candlelight. Almost automatically, Heero shifted position, to block Trowa’s view. Trowa stared for a moment, before a slight smirk worked its way onto his face.
“What?” Heero demanded in a surly tone, but Trowa just shook his head.
“Nothing,” he replied; without warning, he took his friend’s hand, placed something in the palm, and closed Heero’s fingers around it. “I’m going back to Quatre now, Heero; I’ll see you around.” With that, he dropped the canvas tent flap and turned away into the gloom, leaving Heero standing in the doorway.
With a slight frown, Heero opened his hand to the object Trowa had given him, turning back into the candlelight to see it clearly. It was a piece of string -- or rather, three thin strands of rope, tied together at their ends, and braided to halfway down the length. Heero puzzled over it for a moment, pulling the pieces of thread apart, but could see nothing special about it, so why had Trowa given it to him?
It was a mystery. Heero gave up on it for a moment, putting the half-braided string back in his pocket, and turning back to his vigil.