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]

That night it rained again, the gentle patter of water on canvas soothing even through the promise of wet misery it brought. The next morning the ground lay steaming its excess water back into the air. Mist curled above the ground and twined among the building tops, blanketing the muddy walkways to half a man’s height all that day. No-one moved about the encampment unless their business called for it; several messengers came and went from Heero’s tent, bringing him news from the scouts and neutrally-worded dispatches from Wufei. Heero read them aloud to Duo; it was all he could offer in the way of conversation, and all he could contribute to distract the troubled boy.

Duo sat on the bed, broken leg folded beside him and hands clasped about his knees, watching Heero. It was so much like the earlier, silent days of Duo’s recovery that Heero found himself slipping back into old habits; he spoke about whatever crossed his mind, tuning out his own voice in his ears. He wasn’t even paying attention to what he said, so that it nearly startled him out of his skin when Duo spoke at last.

“What happened to Treize?”

“What?” Heero jolted to a stop in mid-action, frozen in place, staring at Duo. He glanced down at the communication in his hand, scanning over the last words to come off the paper and out of his mouth. The Romefellar group is best positioned to take over power in Oz, but no-one has yet been appointed to replace Khushrenada as leader of the armed forces...