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, book 2

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Heero bowed his head submissively, hiding the tiny smirk of triumph. The gleeful expression was wiped away, though, by Wufei’s next words. “Just understand this, Colonel Yuy. If anything goes wrong, I will hold you personally responsible -- and your clever slave!”

Without waiting for a response, Wufei spoke a sharp word of command to his horse, and took of sharply through the crowd, leaving Heero behind, the smile slowly fading from his face.

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He sat still in the same place when they came for him. Five of them. Chang wasn’t taking any chances, Duo made the dreary observation.

He didn’t put up any kind of resistance, not even a stinging taunt. Not just that he knew that there was nothing to be gained by it -- not just that he did not want to turn the promise of murderous violence in their eyes, in the white-knuckled grips on their weapons, into reality -- that had never stopped him time before. The change was on the inside -- something that had stopped moving, something that had broken down.

“General Chang wants you,” the leader snarled, and when Duo did not move to stand, he reached down impatiently grabbed hold of Duo’s upper arm. “Now.” The pressure of the soldier’s fingers made livid marks on his skin, even as Duo quietly complied with the man’s curt orders. The other four guards swarmed about them as he left the quiet haven of Heero’s tent for a final time.

What will they do to me? Duo wondered bleakly. He couldn’t force himself to care too much.

The sunlight hurt his eyes, accustomed to the darkness. Around him, the world crystallized into blurs of bright winter sunlight, tinted sometimes in shades of brown and gray. Sound, too, blurred into a roaring jumble of words lost in fierce and angry tones. For a moment he was blessedly numb to the world, allowing the men to pull him across the uneven ground to some unknown destination.

Golden light mixed with the white, dimming it down; he was shoved abruptly onto a hard surface, and then the world snapped back into painful focus.

He was sitting in a hard wooden chair in the center of the cleared space of a large tent. The tent was not empty -- some chairs and tables scattered around the space, and some men came and went around the corners of his vision. None of them crossed the invisible boundary of the circle in which he sat. Once before. He’d seen this place once before during the disastrous interview, the first and last time he’d really seen General Chang...