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!

♥

Comments

Re: Spoil of War, prologue

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Duo nodded, and felt Heero’s hands on either side of his face. He carefully preserved the rhythm, feeling it calm and reassure him. “Y-yes... Heero, I’m --”

Speaking was a mistake; his airflow broke again, and he coughed raggedly, his tongue clogging his mouth and throat. There was barely time to panic, though, before Heero’s warm lips touched to his cold ones again. Heero’s tongue pressed gently over his, holding it down and out of the way as the air passed from his lungs to Duo’s again.

He lay stunned, when Heero finally pulled back again. “Don’t try to speak, Duo,” the soldier admonished him. “Just breathe...”

Duo stared at him in utter shock; Heero didn’t even seem to know what he had done. One hand was rubbing soothing, encouraging circles on Duo’s back; his free hand came up to brush the sweat-drenched strands of hair away from Duo’s face. “I was so worried,” Heero murmured, almost more to himself than to the other. “I thought you were going to leave me... don’t ever do that again, Duo...”

Holding onto the steady rhythm, Duo allowed his eyes to slowly slip shut. There would be no nightmares, no memories while the soldier was there. He pressed against Heero’s warmth, feeling the movement of blood within his body, the steady pulse of his heart. Duo imagined that even if his heart were to falter and stutter to a stop, Heero could restore it with the beating of his own.