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: 2006-02-28 01:21 am (UTC)Trowa moved easily through the scattered flocks of soldiers, his form and manner so natural and unobtrusive that no-one truly saw him. The reverse was certainly not true; his narrowed eyes moved quickly from shadow to light to shadow, missing nothing, gathering images. It didn’t take him long to find the one he was looking for; a wren among the hawks, she stood out to any with eyes to see. Hilde was in the mess hall, hunched over her food as she listened warily to the boastful stories of a company of old comrades; new to the army, but old to fighting. She did not hear nor see the silent mercenary’s approach until his hand wrapped around her upper arm and pulled her away from the bench, hauling her swiftly into a more dark and private corner.
Her dark eyes widened as she felt herself being so roughly manhandled, Hilde jerked her arm out of Trowa’s grasp and turned to face her assailant with a snarl on her face. The angry words died on her throat, though, as she recognized the half-shadowed face near to hers.
“You!” she exclaimed, jerking backwards somewhat. “Colonel Yuy’s lackey! What errand are you running for him now?”
“I am not anyone’s lackey,” Trowa said quietly, dangerously. “I do not do chores. But Heero Yuy is my friend. So is Duo Maxwell. They are the reason that I am here.”
“You? Duo’s friend? That’s a laugh!” Hilde snarled, one hand groping for the standard-issue dagger at her belt. “What have you done with Duo? If you’ve hurt him, I swear --”
“I have not,” Trowa growled softly, “hurt Duo nearly so much as you have. But you used to care about him, and he still cares about you. Otherwise I would not take the trouble to straighten your stubborn head out.”
“I don’t need your help!” Hilde’s temper flared, and she started to back away from him, back into the lighter portions of the tent. “You don’t know anything about me, or about --”
“Don’t I --” Trowa took a breath “ -- know anything about you -- Poppet?”
Hilde gasped sharply, and froze as if she’d been struck. “Where did you -- how did you --” She stared at Trowa as if seeing him for the first time. “I know you!”
Trowa grabbed hold of her arm again, dragging her back out of sight. “Now listen... while I explain some things...”