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: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

A touch of water on his face startled Duo out of his memories, and he glanced up in time to see the next drops of rain fall. They fell in single drops, at first, before the clouds abruptly opened up and poured out a steady curtain of rain. Within a matter of seconds it soaked through his clothes, and saturated his hair, running down his face and hands. Duo licked his lips, and tasted a drop of rain; it was cool, and sweet, and Duo smiled as he turned his face into the rain and closed his eyes, feeling it fall.

Footsteps cut through the rhythmic pattering of the rain, and Duo looked up again as Heero hurried back through the lot. “Sorry, Duo, I didn’t know it was going to rain. I’ll get you back to the tent -- you’re soaked --”

Duo smiled wryly, and ran a hand through his hair, scattering drops of water. “It’s all right, Heero. It needed washing, anyway.” The rainwater sluiced over his skin, and Duo began to shiver; the water was a good feeling, but the cold was not. Heero noticed, of course, and with a slight growl of annoyance, scooped Duo up in his arms and started back towards his quarters. The rain was cold, but Heero was warm, his chest, his arms around Duo.

Once back in the tent, Heero hastily stripped sopping wet robe off of Duo, wringing the water out of the fabric before draping it over the back of the chair. He wrapped a blanket around Duo’s thin, shivering frame, both to dry off the last of the water and to warm Duo up. Heero completely ignored the water runneling down his own skin, concentrating instead on attempting to dry Duo’s hair. “I need to do something about this,” he mused aloud, attempting to comb out the tangles with his fingers. “It just keeps getting in the way.”

Duo was silent for a moment, before commenting. “When I was -- younger, I used to put it back... in a braid. But I can’t reach back any more.”

“Braid?” Heero repeated, unfamiliar with the word. Duo took a small lock of the hair, and demonstrated, pulling it into three sections and retwisting them together. Heero watched the motions, frowning; there was something very familiar about the process... of course! Heero reached into his pocket and pulled out the half-forgotten string braid that Trowa had given him days ago. How had Trowa... of course Trowa would have known, Heero berated himself. He had seen Duo before, and remembered. Heero studied the string for a moment more, familiarizing himself with the pattern, before nodding decisively and moving to sit behind Duo. By now, the motions of brushing out Duo’s hair was familiar and soothing, and Heero lost himself in it as he tackled the challenge of putting the chestnut mass into some kind of order.