From Ink to Words

[D. Gray Man] 34. Champagne

harmony283 — Sun, 09 Oct 2011 08:05:28 GMT

Character(s): Lenalee, Road, Allen

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The news came with the clang of champagne glasses in the background. It was the New Years Eve party--the same party that Komui held every year, and Lenalee never held it against him. She'd don the finest gown her brother would allow her to wear, and she would let him (in a way) show her off.

There had never been any other meaning than that until tonight. Tonight she'd done it on purpose. And tonight is, maybe, what made it hurt the most. The news shouldn't have been anything particularly important, even she can admit she'd been slightly tipsy going into the conversation--what had she honestly expected?--but when his hand fell to her hip (not her hip mind you, but that other girls) Lenalee knew this had gone horribly wrong.

Allen wasn't like that. He couldn't be like that. Not when she finally found out about --not when they finally-- not when--it all boiled down to the 'not when'. Maybe that was the problem?

She'd gone into it tipsy and maybe that was the problem too. A problem but a blessing all the same because, to be honest, part of her had seemed happy at the time. Shocked, yes, because this was Allen and that was Road. Road Kamelot. The obsessive one. The one so many had (jokingly) labeled "stalker", and yet Allen's hand was firmly around her waist--supportive (if one could describe it as such)--and it all seemed so natural in that off-kilter way that everyone had bought into it. That it had gone perfectly without a hitch--oh they were living together? How nice. Since when? Two months ago? Oh my that's a surprise, I'm sure you two have worked it all out by now, right?

Who cooks, who cleans--

Oh you're expecting? Since when?

It was a blessing and a curse that she'd been tipsy, because Lenalee knew she wouldn't have handled it that well. Still didn't mean it didn't hurt, now, after the fact.

This was Allen--and he wasn't supposed to be like that.

[D. Gray Man -208 SPOILERS] Playing Heroics

harmony283 — Wed, 05 Oct 2011 07:08:36 GMT

A/N: Small 2 page (or so) drabble when Allen and Kanda meet up and decide that hey, maybe they should go save Lavi. Yeah. That's kind of important. And kind of maybe will end very, very badly. Not sure if this drabble will get any longer (it probably will when I have time) but hey when was the last time I wrote something (and posted it) for this fandom? With that said, enjoy! I hope XD;

"Since when did Moyashi's grow wings?" Allen wanted to smack Kanda upside the head but he doesn't. Even if technically he had every right to. He'd thought Kanda was dead, after all, but no. He wasn't--isn't--and now they're standing toe to toe nearly, in a cramped alleyway in a city Allen can't even remember the name of. At least not right now. Regardless of any of that, however, Allen still wanted to smack Kanda upside the head. Stupid bastard --not even deigning him with an appropriate 'hello' and scaring the ever loving hell out of him.

Oh. And he was bleeding. "You're bleeding." Or was that…crystalized…? Like Lenalee?

"And you have a fucking wing growing out of your arm." Kanda took two steps forward and Allen really wanted to jerk away. Kanda shouldn't—shouldn't touch him. Not like this.

"Don't—"

Kanda frowned, but didn't stop.

"I said—" Allen felt distinctly cornered. It was a feeling he'd grown used to (being trapped in tight quarters because, after all, how can he be picky when he's on the run?) but this felt distinctly different. "Don't. Kanda, I'm serious. If you touch it –"

"Then what?"

"He'll find you too."

"Who? The Order? You've hid from them before, why the hell is that," He motioned to the arm with a snort, "going to keep you from hiding? If they find you because of it—"

"I never said they." Allen didn't mean to butt in but, really this conversation can only go on for so long. "You want to find Lavi, right?"

"Lavi?" Allen paled ever so slightly. So they hadn't told him…? But why? "Don't tell me that stupid rabbit got himself into a bind again. Fuck, I swear you'd think he had rabbits luck, but no." Kanda shifted his weight to his other foot, and Allen vaguely wondered if it was sensitive. How long had it taken Kanda to recover? He looked a little worse for wear, yeah, but he was still Kanda. At least in appearances. "So you know where he is?"

Allen jolted back to awareness and slowly, ever so slowly, shook his head. "No. But I have an idea." After all even he'd heard of what had happened to Lavi and Bookman—and Chouji too. Link had gone through painstaking detail on the account—how Chaoji was found, injured in a way they couldn't identify. Lavi and Bookman missing. Thoughts of mutiny had sprung up almost instantly in the untrusting clutches of the Order, but still somehow –somehow they hung on.

"It sounds more like you fucking know but are afraid to tell me." Kanda was there. Kanda was so very much there, up in his face (surprising. When did he get so confrontational? Didn't he hate being touched?) glaring like Allen had committed some great crime against humanity. "Well?"

"Noah." Allen wasn't even sure why he'd answered. Only that it made Kanda back off and –was he a little paler than usual? Allen's eyes darted back down to his rolled up sleeves. The Cross insignia there on both arms. How could he have missed it? "Why don't you tell me when that happened?"

"Later." Kanda didn't sound particularly angry. Or particularly anything for that matter. It was almost unnerving but maybe –maybe it was normal, too? "We have to find the idiot first. Do you know why they took him?" Somehow it seemed like a rhetorical question.

"Link didn't tell me much about that."

"Tch, you really don’t know anything, do you?"

"Not my fault if you keep being so…elusive." Allen didn't mean to snap, but really –it felt almost too easy to. "That was a rhetorical question wasn't it? Why don't you tell me what they need him for?"

"Information." The answer was instantaneous, "You're forgetting who he is again, fucking typical." And maybe it was a sense of finality that the words finally sunk in.

Lavi was Bookman's apprentice, after all.

[Original] Not Quite as Big as You Think

harmony283 — Thu, 22 Sep 2011 05:16:14 GMT

A/N: Okay so before we go into where the heck I've been, let's just say LJ's been a dick (and hasn't been loading) and schoolwork has taken over my life. Literally. 3 days off during the week = lots of free time? HAHAHAH yeah right. Anyway this is a rough draft for my Creative Writing class. The reason I'm posting it (and not the...3 or 4 others I've written before now) is because I might want to expand on the main character of this piece. Also sorry in advance about the formatting, it's past midnight and I don't really feel like going back through and adding spaces. It's how our Professor wants it (or well he wants it double spaced but I find that even more annoying than single spaced) so that's how I'm keeping it, cuz I don't really feel like printing out more paper than I need to xD

COMMENTS would be appreciated (just please remember yes I know there are errors and I'm uploading this with that knowledge. It's called a rough draft for a reason xD)

Not Quite as Big as You Think
It spread like wildfire, but then again any news of this kind would. Gossip was a regular thing here, bouncing wall to wall through the crowd, being passed on by even those who thought it was stupid, so it could be laughed at, mangled, taunted, and then brutally shoved onto the next person. Even if the gossip was, in fact, not about the one who scored all the touchdowns, or got a homerun, but in fact the person who got first place in the science fair even though, as high school students, we were all too old for that.
Or maybe it just got more competitive. I’d never participated; I was too dumb for that shit. The reason it mattered? For the love of Mac and Cheese the guy was my best friend.
“So you’re saying she kissed you?” I could barely contain the amusement in my voice, let alone the way my lips threatened to split across my face in a smile. “Like—legitimately she came onto you? And she wasn’t drunk?”
“You’re not making this any easier, man.” Poor, awkward, Jacob. He bowed his head half in embarrassment and half out of shame.
“Am I supposed to? I mean jeez, she’s been your neighbor since forever, right?” The “she” in question being Elizabeth Young, one of the most popular girls here at Oakview High. Well, okay maybe not most popular, but close enough for people to talk. “She never looked your way—not even once, and then suddenly bam, this happens.” It had been the talk of the school since first period, how she’d practically been all over Jacob the night before –lips and tongue and teeth, the whole nine miles and then some. Food analogies notwithstanding, she was like pudding and he was the proverbial spoon. Jacob groaned loudly, but it was muffled through his jeans, and honestly if this had been any other time I would’ve congratulated him. If this had been anyone else they would be deserving of a high five and double cheese burger at the local BK the next time I managed to land me some cash.
Jacob didn’t like cheese burgers. Lactose intolerant idiot.
“It’s not that simple.” His words were muffled too, until he decided to raise his head a bit to rest his chin on his knees. He was definitely one hundred percent thinking too hard. “I didn’t want her to.”
“Dude, why?”
“You don’t even like her.” He frowned but didn’t quite look at me, “Why’s it matter to you what she does?”
“Cuz it involves you, maybe?” I was half tempted to reach over and pat him on the back, but I didn’t. My arm stayed frozen at my side, fingers playing with the sticky note I’d crumpled up some while ago. I forgot what I even wrote on it. “Yeah so I don’t give a flying Crabby Patty about popular girls and what they do for kicks but I swear if she’s messin’ with you, I’ll—”
“Eddy, you know you won’t.” He cut me off with a wry smile. “Not that I don’t appreciate it and all but the best thing you could do for me right now is forget it happened.”
“The school’s not gonna forget.” My comeback was instantaneous as I leaned my head back and stared at the ceiling tiles (brown around the edges from water damage). “I need a smart comeback, to keep the nosy ones at bay until this whole thing blows over.”
“You don’t have to stand up for me.” He was pulling away again, into that little shell of his that he thought could protect him. Not gonna work. No way in hell was it gonna work.
“Dude,” I clasped a hand on his knee and he froze, “I’m your friend aren’t I? Of course I’m gonna stand up for ya when the going gets rough.” He looked shocked by that, or maybe it was finally settling in. I gave him a smile, but that only seemed to make it worse. “Jacob?” Maybe I shouldn’t have touched him. He hated being touched.
“Nothing.” It felt like watching a peach rot, its insides slowly turning to mush and the skin sinking in as it lost its perfect butt shape. Jacob stood up and coughed. I knew the water damage got to him, or at least the mold did. It was a wonder why he even came down here anymore. “I’m…going to go back upstairs.” He doesn’t even try to smile as he slowly staggered to the stairs, like his legs were half asleep. “Thanks though.” He said at the door, but he wasn’t looking at me.
“No problem, man.” I said to the closing door.
Why the hell did I feel like I fucked up?
**
“So I heard they started dating.” I grimaced inwardly when I heard her voice somewhere to the right of me. It didn’t take long before the smell hit me like a ton of bricks: dandelions and peaches, her two favorite things. The bench sagged a little at the added weight and I tried not to grimace.
“What do you want, Emily?”
“Don’t get snappy at me,” I watched her out of the corner of my eye, picking at her teeth, “I was just curious.”
“About what?” I already knew this was going to be a long one. Dammit. What did I do to deserve this today? “What could I know that you don’t?”
“Oh you know—your best friends status on facebook, for one.”
“He doesn’t have a facebook.”
“That he tells you about.” I glared at her, she huffed back. “No seriously, I’m curious.”
“No seriously,” I mimicked, not even bothering to keep the sardonic tone out of my voice, “What are you talking about?”
“Are. They. Dating?”
“Who?” I turned to look at her fully now. There was no way I was gonna eat my Hamburger and fries with her sitting right there stinking up the place. “I’m trying to eat in case it’s not obvious—and you smell.”
“And you’re fat.” She didn’t seem to care that she was fatter or that, fuck, I was huggable, not fat. “I mean Jacob and Lizzy—Elizabeth. She’s been hanging off him since the incident.”
“She’s jaded.” I scooted as far away as I could from her, but the bench only lasted so long and I’d already been sitting at the edge of the table. “She’ll get over him.”
“Just like you’ll get over your little boy-crush?” I froze. She smiled, and I felt distinctly like someone just punched me.
“You’re crazy.” I was practically falling off the bench now, fucking hell—how stupid was that? My appetite was gone anyway. ” We dated remember?” Unless the memory was too god awful for her to remember. I wasn’t that bad of a boyfriend, was I?
“We were just kids, Ed, and as they say, you don’t really know who you are till your thirties.” She worked herself up, stepping haphazardly over the bench and straightening her blouse which was still too small for her despite her repeated attempts to say she’d lost weight. “You certainly seem defensive about it, in any case.” I wanted to punch her maybe, or just…throw up. Or maybe take a shower.
“Maybe it’s cuz she’ll drop him like raw meat the next chance she gets?” Maybe that’s why I’m worried? Jacob wasn’t interested in her anyway was he? “You know how she is. It’s all over the goddamn school. People are betting on this.”
She didn’t bother to look at me with her next words, and maybe I was glad she didn’t. “So if they actual do date, would you be happy?” I never graced her with a response either.
I really needed a goddamn shower.
**
It was next Tuesday before I got a chance to ask. Next Tuesday at Wendy’s, me a burger, him a sad excuse for a salad (cheese unceremoniously chucked onto a napkin) when I got around to asking him: “Y’know Em thinks you’re dating.” On second thought maybe I should have waited till after he took a sip of his sprite, but damn it was kind of funny to see him choke.
“What?” He wheezed out after he’d learned to breathe again. “Please tell me you’re lying.”
“Nope.” I picked up a french fry, slathered it in mustard, and chucked it in my mouth. “Tried tellin’ her off but you know how she is.” From the way his face paled I knew he knew, “She’ll stop at nothing and your grandmother to spread the news.”
“My grandma’s been dead for five years.”
“See?” Another French fry, “She’s just crazy enough to do it too.”
“Bring back the dead or tell everybody what she thinks is—”
“The truth.” I finished for him, “She also said Elizabeth’s been hanging off ya like the cheese on a grilled cheese sandwich.”
“Stop with the cheese references.”
“Sorry.” I wasn’t sorry, I grinned and shoved another couple of French fries in my mouth, “Was she hangin’ off you though?”
“More like hovering.” Jacob pushed around a grape tomato with his fork. “Apparently I was good at—”
“Dude don’t wanna know about your mad kissing skills, kay thanks.”
The fork pierced the tomato and maybe I said too much. We fell silent as he chewed, purposefully, at the unfortunate tomato and it was only after he swallowed that he finished. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Then what did you mean?” Jacob pushed his chair back and stood up, grabbing his tray and…hey wait a second. “Dude where are you going?”
“To throw this away.” He’d barely touched most of the salad. Dammit I said too much again, didn’t I?
**
“What if we are dating?” The question came on a Saturday when he’d actually made me sit down and study for a test. Or rather he was sitting and I was lying on my stomach, contemplating on getting another pudding-cup from downstairs.
“Say what?” I turned my head to him and raised an eyebrow. “You’re not seriously thinking of taking her up on the offer, are ya? We’re at my place dude, no thinking about girls here.” Unless we had a mutual agreement on their hotness anyway, and Elizabeth was a dick, even if she was a chick.
“I was just asking.” He flipped through a few more pages of his History book and wrote down another name. I never knew anyone else who studied for History tests as much as he did, then again he’d told me before he’d been bad at History. I guess smart people have to study for something, even if they’d still make A’s. “Would you be mad?”
“Dude it’s your life, not mine, why the hell would I be mad? Other than for the obvious reasons that she’d probably drop you like –”
“No cheese references please.” He cut me off. “Or Spongebob. Why do you even still watch that show?” “Dude, don’t make fun of spongebob!” He chucked under his breath and wrote down another name, place and date. Another flip.
“Whatever you say, Eddy. Which what were you saying? Go on?” I didn’t know if he meant it or not, not that it mattered. I’d tell him anyway.
“—she’d drop you right when you made it official. I told Em this but that’s just the kind of girl she is, do you really want your first dating experience to be with her?”
“Not really.” Okay maybe I hadn’t been expecting a fast answer, as he closed his text book and turned to me, “I guess I’d want someone who didn’t date either, but I guess that’s kind of hard to come by right now. I mean everyone dates. Even you have.”
“And it didn’t end well.” I grimaced, “Then again I was stupid and thought Em was decent.”
“Maybe she was, back then? I mean you guys dated in Middle school right?”
“Or maybe we were just two fat kids hooking up cuz everyone expected it.” At least back then I hadn’t felt bad about eating as much as I did. I chuckled at the memory, “Damn I was fat then. Can you believe I thought bringing three sandwiches for lunch wasn’t a lot?”
“Yeah,” Jacob laughed and flipped through his notes again, and again, and again. “And you had those big sandwiches too. I don’t think I’d be able to eat even one of them. You’re better now, though, right?” He stopped flipping for a moment and cocked his head to the side. “I mean you…aren’t as big.” Suddenly the atmosphere took a nose dive.
“Yeah I guess.” I was wearing a sweatshirt again—one of the old ones (one of the few I hadn’t tossed after 8th grade) that was, personally, a favorite. It still had mustard stains on the sleeves from months of eating nothing but fries and mustard. Screw the ketchup, who needed it anyway? “Em really let herself go, though.”
“But she still looks nice too.”
“And you’re too nice.” I paused. Wait, dammit, “I mean…personality wise. You’d probably let a girl walk all over you if you dated ‘em. Unless they were like some wallflower that never spoke.”
“I guess, yeah.” When I glanced back down at Jacob he wasn’t looking at anything in particular, which was odd and didn’t help. Really, really didn’t. “I’m not really interested in girls anyway.” Wait. What? He turned to me and smiled, “Kidding.” Except he wasn’t kidding. I knew he couldn’t be kidding—his voice was too damn serious for him to be kidding—
“Em said we didn’t know who we were till we were thirty or some shit.” The words tumbled out and dammit I could see that shell closing in again. “Not that I care man, if …if that’s what you uh, I mean…” I trailed off lamely, watching as he gathered his books, notes, pens, papers, and tossed them into his backpack.
“I was kidding.” He said again, standing. His eyes focused somewhere behind me but I didn’t bother looking back. “I can take one of those downstairs if you want. I need to leave anyway.” Need—not want. I really had screwed up.
“No dude, it’s okay. I can get them myself.” I reached for the closest one but somehow it felt wrong, and weird, and gross, like mayonnaise. I hated that stuff. Gross as hell, and it smelled bad too. Not as bad as peaches, but close enough. I grabbed the spoon first, then the cup and turned back. Turned back to Jacob standing there, watching me. “See?” God it was lame. So damn lame.
“Yeah I see.” The words sounded cold, clipped, and maybe kind of sad. “I guess I’ll be going then.” And maybe a part of me was relieved to hear that. Relieved because now the smell would go away and I could breathe a little easier. We could talk about it later, over phone, over chat, over anything. He was at the door now and I stood. His hand was on the doorknob, turning it, but I couldn’t let him leave without saying bye, right?
“Dude—”
“I was kidding.” He repeated for the, what, third time? “About wanting to date her. I don’t.” My mouth snapped shut and maybe he choked a little. Or was that me?
All I managed out before the door slammed was a simple: “Good.”
Damn that was lame.
**
Hey man, im srry for yesterday. You rlly caught me off guard!
Really? Sorry.
Yeah but dude srsly its cool with me if u swing that way! Doesn’t change anything btwn us, I promise!
I thought you didn’t like promises. But ok. And I really don’t
you sure?
just b/c I say I don’t want to date her doesn’t mean I automatically don’t like girls, Eddy.
if u say so. even if u did I’d still smack ‘em if they hurt u.
you’d smack yourself?
huh?
Just kidding ;)

50 Prompts/Sentences Challenge

harmony283 — Mon, 22 Aug 2011 18:02:56 GMT

Because I haven't done one in a while...and because none of the ones I found looked good enough I decided to make one of my own (ntoe I used a random word generator to help)

Will also be posting this over on tumblr :3

Blame

Proof

Assistance

Going

Birthday

Scientist

Silent

Behalf

Rumor(ed)

Idle

Brother

Beneath

Redecorate

Gravitation

Kilt

Afterthought

Unearth

Shield

Blacklist

Misquoted

Copying

Argue/Arguing

Lens

Bell

Arrest(ed)

Havoc

Tool

Blanket

Fancy

Dash

Away

Syndication

Champagne

Note

Physical

Dull

Frozen

Stumble(d)

Hunt

Gibberish

Camp

Weak(ness)

Bargain

Alcohol

Wind

Temptation

Eighteen

Bottle

Rhythm

There are Dots on the Wall

harmony283 — Mon, 09 May 2011 04:07:23 GMT

A/N: There are times when I really love my dad...even when he makes no sense whatsoever. Tonight driving back home from seeing Thor is one of those times. This is based off of the conversation we had. Yes the majority of what is said here WAS actually said in the car. I just phrased it differently.

Heck I'm not even sure what this but enjoy?

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Imagine a room painted green.

Imagine a room painted blue.

Imagine a room painted green and blue (or maybe blue and green?).

Now imagines dots. Orange dots, red dots, green dots.

With faces.

And depending on what you do these faces change.

And depending on what you do these dots go from wall to wall.

And depending on what you do these dots with faces that move wall to wall make different expressions.

These dots are a defense mechanism.

They keep trolls without axes away.

They keep trolls without axes who speak french in loud angry voices from entering your domain.

But no one knows how the magic works.

It just does.

So here you are in a room painted blue and green with dots on the walls that have faces that change depending on certain outcomes and keep angry french speaking trolls away.

And they must not have axes.

If they do then this defense mechanism does not apply.

Please Refresh the Page and try again.

You will get the same results.

Equius/Nepeta - Purrfect {HOMESTUCK}

harmony283 — Wed, 04 May 2011 00:17:57 GMT

she was already halfway across the field before he reached her. Tears swelling up at the edges of her eyes and he almost—almost felt like punching the man who had said that to her. He was just a lowly servant, with an even lesser blood color than she had. There was no reason they should have spoken that way to her—but he knows she wouldn’t have allowed it.

“Nepeta—”

She jerks away from him and sobs louder.

“Nepeta—” He starts again, “I’m sorry.”

Nepeta hiccups and sniffles loudly, “B-But it was purrfect! It was purrfect and he r-ruined it!”

Equius blinks in confusion, “Ruined….what? Whatever it is I’m sure it can be repla—” But oh she was glaring at him now, even through the tears staining her cheeks. He asks again, softer this time, “What…was it?”

“A-A gift.” It’s then that he notices (and he wonders how it had escaped his view before) the tunic in her hands. It was a soft shade of blue and the embrodery was esquisit, “I-I had Kanaya…and R-Rose show me how.” She sniffles and clutches it tighter to her chest. He can see the frayed ends now and it makes an old flame burn inside him, “I-It was a lot…harder than I thought it would be. B-But—”

He isn’t quite sure when it was that his body moved on its own. He just knows that she’s in his arms and he’s, somehow, not crushing her. He’s being gentle because she needs it and he wants so desperately to comfort her. At least somehow.

“I’m sorry.” He whispers again into her hair, “It’s perfect.”

“You mean ‘purr’fect. Right?” The giggle is watery but it’s better than tears and so Equius pulls away. She’s smiling now, and that’s —quite honestly—better than both.

“Right.” He cracks a grin and even if he feels like an idiot he says it anyway, “It’s purrfect.”

—

A/N: Only Sam would probably know what this is from. Yay for AUs and YAY for potential RPs!~

Something Happier: ARTWORK 8D

harmony283 — Tue, 05 Apr 2011 22:23:55 GMT

DoodleDump 1? by ~Harmony283 on deviantART

<--Click on the picturrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre

*shot*

No yeah seriously. Finally made myself scan all these. XD

[DGM] A Twisted Knot

harmony283 — Fri, 01 Apr 2011 04:40:12 GMT

A Twisted Knot
For: dgm_fuh_q Round 11!
Pairing: Kanda/Madarao
Summary: [AU] in a world where a caste system is everything Madarao isn't looking for perfection. He isn't looking for Kanda either, but he found him anyway.
A/N: What. Is. This. I don't even--yeah okay. So this idea I will admit ran away from me really, really fast and I wrote most of it when I had a paper due (which might account for such ….odd scene changes/jumps. I really didn't think I'd get this finished on time). It might also account for the kind of AU it is, since I normally don't uh…write ones like this (which means there's going to be a few pieces of terminology that will be explained at the end…for those who want to read it). Oh, and while this does go into M rated territory….uh yeah the plot will probably outshine most of it. Regardless I really hope people enjoy reading this and comments would definitely be appreciated!

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The first time they met was nothing like a fairy tale. In fact it was a lot more like a horrible mistake, at least as far as Madarao was concerned. Or maybe that was because he was going in looking for a replacement. A replacement for something he couldn't replace, so why even bother? He never could figure out the answer to that. All he knows is that Kanda caught his eye in the Public Circle of Downtown. He was sitting there, scowling at the world like he had been done some great injustice.

Well. His Rank was enough of an injustice.

"Someone shouldn't be born that pretty." Madarao could hear the whisper through the throng of people, "At least not that low. I can't believe no one's found him yet!"

"You mean he hasn’t even been bought?" An older man looks slightly alarmed, and Madarao feels quite a few gazes on him. "What is his price?"

"It doesn't matter." A woman sighs from his left, "He turns them down, apparently."

"Who's his owner?"

"He doesn't have one." The woman bit her lip, staining her teeth red from the over abundance of lipstick, "Or at least if he did….the area is shaded. Quite a bit, actually."

The man next to her frowns, "So the owner died?"

The crowd fell into a hush.

Or he was murdered. But Madarao kept that thought to himself. It would do no good. He simply made his way through the crowd, tight lips, eyes wandering through the thin cloth covering his eyes. He would keep an eye on him. The one with the eyes and the rumors attached. There has to be a price. He simply has to name it.

-----

"You want to buy him." Tevak glares at him incredulously from across the table, "What have I told you about --"

"I know." Madarao cuts her off, frowning down at his coffee, "Never go there. I had good luck once, but twice?"

"Won't happen." She sits up a little straighter, her frown a little more pronounced. She's a woman now, he knows it. She'll move out eventually, once she organizes the paper work and turns in the correct documents. Their generation was the one of paper. Paper and rules and formality.

Madarao takes a sip of his coffee, "We'll see." But he knows she isn't paying him any mind.

-----

"A ring, then." Madarao looks up. Goushi is smiling at him, placing the knife down next to the fire and eyeing the cooling metal, "I suggest a ring. "

"But what kind?" He isn't quite sure why he came to Goushi for advice, but he's sure it's better than, say, other places at least.

"Jade? Amber? Gold." Goushi pauses, "Silver, possibly, but with how rare it is now a days it might be too much."

"I'd rather pay too much than too little." Goushi sighs at him, "I won't make that mistake again." He turns to leave, shifting his cloak carefully around the dying embers and soot that dusts the floor. It's far too warm out, now, to get any sort of enjoyment out of the warmth of a fire. He wonders how Goushi can stand it. Not that it matters. He nods to him on his way out and maybe, just maybe, he hears the small whispered words:

"You never made a mistake in the first place."

-----

He has the ring. It's silver-gold and it shines when he places it in Customary(1), which he quickly slips into his pocket. He knows that there will be a time when he gives it, but now? Now he has it. The Jeweler smiles at him on the way out.

Goushi's words ringing in his head.

------

He never expects to run into him. He never expects to run into every inch of foul mouthed beauty that is --him. Is Kanda. But he does and it quite frankly is a mess.

"What the hell--" He catches his arm to keep them both from stumbling down a flight of steps, but Kanda looks as if he'd rather have the broken bones. "Who are you?" Madarao almost wishes he had his veil again, because he knows he's staring. Kanda is even more beautiful up close. Madarao feels like a hypocrite. "Well?" Kanda snaps, but he knows now--doesn't he? Who doesn't? Madarao tries to look away. "Don't look at me like I'm a piece of fucking meat."

Well. "I'm not." Kanda doesn't look like he expects the response, "You nearly fell down a flight of stairs don't you think you should thank me?"

"Not if I wish I fucking fell in the first place." Madarao cringes as Kanda pulls away. "Besides if you're going to stare at me like a fucking creeper: I'm not for sale."

Madarao wishes that he had said anything--anything and everything in response. But he simply watches Kanda's back as he disappears into the crowd below, like a shadow. Shadows were dangerous things, after all.

--------

He runs into him again when it's raining and he doesn't even notice. It was raining outside, and had been for the better part of the day and while most had brought an umbrella, or at the very least a rain coat Kanda had apparently forgotten. And Madarao just so happens to notice him on his way to the Market. He's leaning against the farthest stall with what looks to be a cigarette pinched between his lips. Madarao wonders why he smokes. He wonders, of course, until he holds the umbrella over Kanda's head and asks.

"You smoke?"

Kanda doesn't seem impressed. "You again?" He answers his question with a question. "What are you, a fucking stalker?"

"It's been weeks." Madarao sighs in response, "You could at least be grateful."

"Tch, why?" Kanda drops the cigarette and crushes it under his boot, "Because only the sleaziest of sleaze balls come up and talk to me? And you're somehow better than them?" Of course. Madarao fakes a smile. Of course he's been haggled.

"I'm sorry for that, not that I can do anything without names."

"They never ask me mine, why the fuck should I ask for theirs?" Kanda steps away from the wall but not by much, "How should I know you're any better?"

"Because I haven't even said anything? I haven't even touched you," Well, wait, "Except to prevent you from falling down a flight of stairs." Kanda opens his mouth to retort, but Madarao cuts him off, "Not that you should trust me just because of that, but I would like a bit of kindness." It's not too much to ask, is it?

Kanda gives him a steady look. Madarao returns it, no questions asked. When Kanda shrugs his shoulders in response and falls into step behind him Madarao can't help but feel a little proud. "Don't expect me to fucking bow down to you or anything." The words almost seem hesitant.

Madarao shakes his head, "Why would I?"

Kanda frowns at the ground and shakes his head, his hair is more than a little wet and Madarao almost offers to take him home--have him dry off, get a change of clothes. But no. He doesn't get a chance to form the words before Kanda cuts him off.

"What's your name?"

"Madarao."

-----

Madarao wants to give him the ring. True they barely know each other, and Tevak advised against it, but Madarao thinks it could actually (possibly?) mean something.

So, he decides --he wants to give him the ring today. He plans it, careful, and now --now that they're here together in his private gardens it's perfect.

The ring is in his hands now, a look of shock on his face. Madarao wants to explain--tell him why, but--but then Kanda cuts him off.

"Fuck you." Madarao's eyes widen. "Fuck you to goddamn hell. I don't--want this." The ring clatters to the ground in front of him and he barely had time to catch his breath before Kanda was shouting at him. "You fucking think you can buy me? I'm not some fucking object you buy just to make yourself look good." If Madarao was any less attached to this…situation he would commend Kanda for being so forthright, but as it was he could only stand there, fending off the burning edge Kanda's words left behind. How did this--wasn't Kanda--? Could he be wrong? But then why did he agree to meet him to begin with? Didn't that mean--

Kanda spat at his feet, "And you aren't even fucking paying attention. Uppercaste pig." Oh but that--that was the final straw.

Before he can necessarily stop himself (he wants to, he does, but no one would allow that) he reaches out and slams Kanda into the nearest wall, which oh so conveniently seems to be right there. Apparently there is a maid hiding among the bushes, trimming them just so and she squeaks at the unexpected movement. Madarao only has to give her one look --one of his iciest--for her to cower back and scamper away. He'll find her later to make sure she understands, but now all that matters was the dark haired foreigner in front of him who denies his ownership. "Now tell me," He keeps his voice smooth and emotionless even if he's feeling far from it, "why you think you can speak so….callously to your superiors?"

"Because you're annoying as fuck?" Madarao wishes he didn't mean it. And his next words, spoken softly, betray that emotion.

"Most would have you beheaded for that."

"But I'm too fucking pretty." Kanda looks like he might throw up from the admittance and Madarao hates to think of why. But now wasn't time for that. Now was time to--what? Make it seem like he was in control? To teach Kanda a lesson? The bile burns the back of his throat, like Kanda's words.

"Possibly." He wants to sound stronger than he does, "Who knows? I'm not the one who decides in the end. I'm the one who --"

"Gives me a home, buys me, fucks me, leaves me out to dry." Kanda sounds like he's heard this before. Maybe that makes Madarao a bit uncomfortable. Not that he'd say it. "I didn't think you were like that."

Those words, above the rest, are like a slap in the face.

"If you would just open your eyes and look at me then maybe you'd realize I'm not."

Maybe that was all it took. Maybe that was all it took for him to pull away. To leave Kanda there, leaning against the wall looking dumbfounded. Madarao didn't even bother to pick up the ring. He didn't need it anymore.

-----

"So you gave him the ring--and then what?" Tevak paces around the room, frowning at nothing in particular. "He throws it down? How did you even --"

"Because it's his choice." Madarao sighs and leans back in his chair, "Why do we have this system anyway?" He can see Tevak freeze out of the corner of his eye.

"You said the same thing when--" She swallows, "When Tokusa was alive."

For some reason the name no longer bothers him. "I know." Yes it makes him sad. There's something in the pit of his stomach that curls unpleasantly, "And I'm thinking it again."

"I'll never understand you, brother."

Madarao laughs, "I never said you had to."

-----

So when Madarao meets him in the dark alleyway he isn't quite sure what he's expecting. But he sees the ring on his finger and maybe it was stupid to get his hopes up.

No. In fact he knew it was.

But he doesn't remember much after that. He hopes no one can blame him.

-----

The atmosphere is all wrong, like the sheets clinging uncomfortably to his skin. He can feel the hair, long and silky, brushing over his arm and a hazy picture of perfection comes into view. It's Kanda and he knows it, but he doesn't want to. This is all wrong. He knows it is.

"Tch, shut up." It doesn't help that he can't move. Or rather, that Kanda isn't letting him, "It's what you want, right?" Madarao chokes back something that could have been words had he put more effort into them. But he doesn't--or rather can't--so that's all they are. A garbled mess to add onto the heavy scent and sticky sheets.

He doesn't want this.

But Kanda seems keen on giving it to him, lowering his head, pressing his tongue against his skin like he's done this before. Maybe he has--the implications have been there since they met. Madarao chokes back another sound. The tongue moves down, over his stomach to his --

Oh.

Oh, oh--

"Stop."

Kanda doesn't stop. He just laughs and Madarao can feel the silky hair tickling his stomach. Then the warmth almost hurts as Kanda drops down even lower, taking the most intimate part of him into his mouth and --sucking.

Madarao tries not to moan. It hurts too much to, by now, but Kanda doesn't seem to be letting up. He sucks harder, faster, and before Madarao necessarily wants it --the waves are crashing over him, leaving him weak and panting for breath. He hasn't done this in a while, he knows, but this is ridiculous.

"What are you--"

"Don't talk." It's an order that Madarao would have been happy to follow but.

"What are you--" He tries again.

Kanda shoots him a glare and lifts one leg up onto his shoulder, "Shut up." He hikes the other leg up and Madarao feels marginally sick. When he feels Kanda pressing at his entrance the waves come crashing once again and a cold clammy awkwardness settles around him. He can barely make his mouth move, to protest--to say no because Kanda isn't--this isn't supposed to be like this.

The ranks are reversed.

But then maybe that's how Kanda wants it?

Madarao grits his teeth against the pain, It won't do any good to make a noise now when Kanda probably doesn't care--will never care. Madarao should be glad that Kanda at least prepared first, albeit, not efficiently enough. Nowhere near. He's sure he'll bleed and be limping for a few days but--but--

This is what Kanda wants too, isn't it?

"You're fucking disgusting." Kanda whispers in his ear, leaning in close enough to bite at the shell and thrust faster, "Fucking. Disgusting."

Madarao can't find the words to respond. At least, not right away. They swim with the rest of the dark thoughts in his head--like the ones questioning why he isn't fighting. This is--this can't be right.

It isn't right.

Kanda lets out a low hiss and pulls away. Madarao feels the splatter against his stomach. Heavy breathing fills the room, but it isn't Madarao's. It might not even be Kanda's.

"You're fucking sick." Madarao feels the bedsprings shift and his eyes widen. "You don't even realize it do you? Hah, maybe you never will." It only takes two seconds for Madarao to feel completely and utterly alone, just as the door slams. Maybe it's indecent to lie here in his own filth (literally speaking), but the will to move has left him just like so much else has.

…Well isn't that just pathetic?

-----YEARS IN THE FUTURE------

He's glaring at the Willows(2) when he catches up to him, dark and mysterious and almost lazy. "I knew it was you." His eyes are as cold as ever when they turn to face him, the only difference now are the slight lines in the perfect complexion. Lines of war, they call them now. Madarao wonders why he never noticed before. "You stick out in a crowd. You should be careful."

Kanda snorts and continues glaring angrily at the swaying branches. Madarao sees a flash of silver and looks down. He's wearing his ring and two others. Adornments of the Caste System soon to be abolished. "I don't need you telling me that." He finally speaks, voice rougher than Madarao remembers it. But then again what does he know? He barely knew Kanda at all.

"No I suppose you don't. But," Kanda tenses, "You could have said something." Anything, at all, "No one knew. If they'd known--"

"There wouldn't be a fucking point to it." Kanda turns on his heels and glares at him this time, "This shitty system is nonexistent now, just like so many other shitty rules you people came up with."

"Again I didn't--"

"But you didn't fucking stop it either." Madarao doesn't flinch, he simply stares right back--an eye for an eye. He likes to think he surprises Kanda a little with his next words, but he's sure he's heard it before.

"No. No I didn't."

-----

(1) Customary - It's basically a special box or satin bag that jewelery is placed in. They call them Customary's because the boxes/bags are different depending on the occasion in which the ring/piece of jewelery are given in. The wrong kind of representation for the jewelery can be highly offensive to most.

(2) Willows - Obviously these are Willow Trees. But the importance of these are that Willow trees are planted near graves in the belief that they soothe restless souls. So yes Kanda is glaring at the graves--or where the graves would be.

Filling out a kink meme request? Whut? Huh?!?

harmony283 — Sun, 20 Mar 2011 18:15:28 GMT

For those who don't watch the kink meme (it's been so inactive lately it's sad) I've started to fill a request that, ironically, is on the first page. The only reason I noticed it was because someone seconded it yesterday night. Can I say the seconding option CAN be useful? (as long as it doesn't run away from ya, of course).

But yeah since the rich text format isn't working for me right now, I gotta use HTML so *hopes she doesn't screw up*

The Kinkmeme fill

(I will say ahead of time that the fill will most likely NOT have any smut in it, if that really isn't your cup of tea, as for the relationships between the characters....I'll let you guys decide XD)

some random quiz stuff +500 themes?

harmony283 — Fri, 18 Mar 2011 23:11:29 GMT

took this from a1y_puff would have posted the other quiz as well but I got the same results (again) so I decided against it xD

You were born during a Third Quarter moon

This phase occurs in the middle of the moon's waning phases, after the full moon and before the new moon.

- what it says about you -

You like to make up your own mind. You may find it hard to relate to mainstream opinions on issues, and you definitely don't always like what's popular. You can work out solutions and give birth to big ideas when left to yourself, and other people will be impressed with your conclusions even if they're not sure how you arrived at them.

What phase was the moon at on your birthday? Find out at Spacefem.com

Also am thinking about doing the 500_themes challenge for Pokemon. Have already written the first one and the second one last night but --they're all so short that I'm gonna write a few before posting :3

Also my nails are yellow and pink now xD WOO

POKEMON WHITE >3

harmony283 — Fri, 11 Mar 2011 21:08:16 GMT

CAME IN THE MAIL TODAY <3 I dunno why I even checked it--it's 3PM and mom said the mail doesn't usually come for another hour, but I checked anyway and--and--IT'S HERE

*goes to geek off/play it like CRAZY*

[Creative Writing Assign.] Flash Fiction #1

harmony283 — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 21:22:01 GMT

about to head to class here in a sec, but first:

Here's my first Flash Fiction piece for my Creative Writing class. Our guidelines were basically to make the person move to many different locations in 400-600 words, and to have it in the setting of a small rural country town, with an Ex-(husband/wife/girlfriend/boyfriend). He said we didn't have to use it, but I triied and I actually kind of like it (despite all the tense errors that are probably in here. I'll edit them, later. -w-; )

But yeah, going to class now. WOOOSH ~

They’d called it off two months, three days and a few odd hours ago, but he wouldn’t remember that. At the train station, staring down the tracks into the fog, the only thing he could think about was the journey home. It was a small town, not very well known, but it was big enough to cause trouble and he’d caused it.

She was going to be there too. This wasn’t going to be good.

Where were you?
Out
But for how long?
I’m tired, honey, let’s keep it till morning
But John!
Linda, no. Not now.
But--

It had ended with the front door slammed in his face, as the train slid to a halt and he realized they’re waiting for him on the platform. Impatient glares and huffs greeted him instead of actual words. The car ride home was filled with silence and gasoline, the faint smell of gingersnap and honeysuckle filling his nose when they pull into the driveway.

He’s here.
But she’s in the living room!
They need to meet at some point.

He’s hustled into the house, past the punch and root beer and the little kids crying in the yard over broken toys. He can hear her familiar laugh from the living room, but he barely sees a glimpse of her hair (its short now) before he’s literally thrown into his bedroom. It’s then that he realized who dragged him there in the first place. Auntie April looked livid.

What do you think you’re doing?
I—what?
Coming back so soon. We didn’t invite <i>you.</i>

April, don’t be bitter now! It isn’t his fault!

Like she would listen. She never did, not even to her own husband. Her glare said just as much as she stared the distance between them.

Fine then, don’t expect me to be sympathetic. You haven’t even heard her side of the story yet.

The door that slams is particularly loud and pronounced. He doesn’t like it, but there’s not much he can do.

The women aren’t happy with you, you know.
I know. But…
No buts. Man up. You did this.
But I didn’t!
They think you did.

He’s faced with resounding silence when the door clicks shut. Sitting there on the musty bedcovers that no one had washed in months. What a welcome home. How could he have forgotten? She was family to him, more than he’d ever been. He stares at the ceiling and frowns. Well. He’d have to man up somehow, right? But not right now.

He heard her laughter and cringed. Two months, three days, and a few odd hours ago but it isn’t like he’s keeping track, right? Her laugh still sounded like a dying cat’s last yowl. He fell back on the bed, and sighs, coughing up a lung full of dust in the process.

And SO today is my birthday

harmony283 — Mon, 07 Mar 2011 15:22:43 GMT

we wound up buying some (not all) stuff for me yesterday, because yeah my parents forgot to get me stuff.. BUT at the very least I know I'm gonna be opening my presents on Thursday. AND I'm eating dinner out with my friend Melanie <3

Now all I have to do is hope I actually don't have a midterm in my American Film class and we're all good (he said he moved it to Wednesday, but I'm not quite sure >.>;; )

HOW IS EVERYONE TODAY? o.o

[Original Work] Diary of a Mislabeled Teenage Boy

harmony283 — Mon, 28 Feb 2011 20:40:41 GMT

A/N: WhatisthisIdon'teven--uhm. Yes. Just a random thing that spawned after describing two sets of dialog over skype last night. It was late, and this managed to amuse me, even if I was dead tired in the morning thanks to stayin' up a few hours later than 'dd originally intended.

But yeah to sum it all up: Don't you hate it when you're mislabeled at school? <--is that even relevant to this blurb? After the first line, probably not. But hey--here ya go. ENJOY

(Comment plz? ;___; )

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"Note to self: Never go to school with a Pac-Man T-shirt. Especially not on your first day of class, and definitely not with a room full of nerds and jaded teenagers who would laugh at a suicidal sock puppet.

Note #2: What the heck is a suicidal sock puppet? Can puppets even be suicidal? How about socks?

Note #3: Check your sock drawer when you get home

Note #4: Hey there's a five $ bill in your pocket!

Note #5: Stop writing notes to yourself (but I'm bored!)

Note #6: Stop acting schizophrenic.

Note #7: HISTOOOORY.

Because it was a History class. And it was boring. There was only so much a guy could learn about the Civil War while remaining just that: Civil. If Civil meant asleep and War meant throwing paper wads at each other.

So yes people were still sleeping. Yes it was still civil.

And boring. So. Very. /Boring/."

big scary clouds plz go away. gou away plz cuz you're big and scary and I don't wanna walk outside if it means bein' blown away or soaked within 5 seconds ;__;

8:01-9:00 PM: Write something for your OTP in thirty minutes.

harmony283 — Fri, 18 Feb 2011 03:49:13 GMT

Screw the rules, LJ has a date-out-of-order option D<

Since I really wanted to do this one, but haven't been able to/kept missing it for some reason.

One Near Death and a Flesh Wound
Pairing: LaviYuu
Summary: Lavi likes running because he knows Kanda will follow him.
A/N: This feels more gen to me than an actual pairing drabble. Eh. Guess that's just cuz I'm not used to writing these two anymore XD; YES they are still my OTP....all things considering XD

-----

The knife barely grazed his neck, but it was still something to worry about, after all. They had limited resources and even less time. This mission had to be flawless. Perfectly flawless.

And he was already screwing up.

Lavi darted to and from the shadows of the alleyways, crumbling walls and debris making him trip and tumble in a way that could almost be called gracefully clumsy.

Or it would be if this was some sort of romantic fantasy. Which it wasn't. So he tripped and tumbled clumsily, scrabbling at the ground as he fell face first against the cracked concrete.

He could hear the laughter above him and somehow he knew --this would be the end of him. On a warmer than usual October Night. It was just his luck, really (or lack thereof) so really he should have been expecting it.

"I didn't--" He couldn't even utter out a full sentence. That knife was at his throat, sharp against his neck, digging in to create a flesh wound-turned-deadly in a blink of an eye.

He blinked.

It only took one (one eye, the other bandaged. Haha, he would never say what that was about, would he?) but then --there he was.

"You idiot."

Lavi almost couldn't breathe. Or, well, wait, it hurt to, but at least his name wasn't that long, so he wheezed out a silent, "Yuu?"

He snorted, and that's when Lavi noticed the body at his feet. "What?" Lavi swallowed. That hurt too.

"Y'never wait, do ya?"

"If I hadn't you'd be dead. You're useless when you're dead."

Lavi cracked a smile, "Yeah, well, tha's why you're here, isn't it?" Kanda's lips pressed into a thin line, "Yuu's my hero!"

"Tch, no."

"My super sexy boyfriend?"

Kanda groaned at that, ".......Whatever."

Lavi was practically beaming now.

One more near-death experience behind him, and he was still smiling. He could live with that.

Stuck in Reali---[Homestuck]

harmony283 — Mon, 14 Feb 2011 23:46:16 GMT

It was a harsh reality he never took too kindly to, but then again this was their reality now. To splice the phrase into simple words.

They were screwed. More than screwed. And Jack would be grinning overhead somewhere not knowing that he was going (figuratively) down one day. Because they screwed up and that was that.

That was fucking that.

((Homestuck fanfiction. Not sure if it eve applies, I'm not quite caught up yet. Not sure who this would be either. One of the Troll's. Anyone read Homestuck?))

10:01-11:00 AM: Write a script about a strong memory.

harmony283 — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 16:23:18 GMT

drat, was hoping I could skip over this one too...

Huh. Well...it never specified what kind so...

(EDIT: 'kay somehow the first half of the script went missing...ahahahah what))

Ferris: So the first thing I don't like about this is that it's unbelievable--completely unbelieveable.
Me: Okay.....how do I change it?
Ferris: First thing's first, the scenery. What do you want us to do? Throw Styrofoam bricks at each other? You need to change it.
Me: But I ...did?
Ferris: Oh really? Doesn't look like it.
Me: But I did, see? The setting's completely different, um...
Ferris: Still doesn't account for the fact it's unbelievable
Me: What else do I need to change?
Ferris: That thing with the crow bar. If he used a crow bar his whole arm would rip off!
Me:...............................but I changed that too.
Ferris: Yeah well still! You don't know anything about gang fights, do you?
Me: No...I guess not? Uhm...
Ferris: Good. Now this kid--you keep makin' him say 'hell' and then 'darn' and then his speech patterns just aren't consistent.
Me: Okay
Ferris: So you need to have him say hell and --other stuff to the adults too! Not just around Jinx! And stop making him cut his words off, it looks weird.
Me: Mmkay.
Mr. R: Okay people, times up! *looks over at us* give back your plays, see you tomorrow.

*Everyone gets up to leave*

*Time skip to X amount of days/weeks later*

Mr. R: Everyone should have gotten a letter from the judges giving critique. *passes around a sheet of paper to me, and two other of my friends, and one guy*
RandomTrackGuyInClass: Aww man....ah well...
Mr. R: What'd they say on your sheet?
RTGiC: Just that it'd do better as a sitcom.
Mr. R: Ehhh that's not necessarily bad but yeah, yeah it would have. You *looks over at Ferris*
Ferris:....they didn't like my characterization
Mr. R: Wel did you change it like people asked during group critique on [insert day]
Ferris: But that would've taken away from his character.
Mr. R : Then that's probably why. But like I said *looks at the ones he passed a sheet out to* The ones who got these sheets---make sure to fill them out. You got in the top 10! Or technically 11 because one's the winner--congrats!
Me:.................what.
Ferris: o___O *looks down at his desk for the rest of the class*

[[This is obviously a real event that happened...and why I NEVER like writing plays anymore. Thanks so much to this guy >.>; ]]

9:01-10:00 AM: Your life is now a movie. Tell me how it goes! Soundtrack? Happy ending? Explosions?

harmony283 — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 15:27:15 GMT

I had to do a serious doubletake when I checked the time. Coulda sworn it was closer to 9:50....but since it's not even 9:30 yet--WOOO XD

But yeah if my life was a movie it would probably include a mix of songs --80s, 90s music especially (with Fall Out Boy mixed in there xD). It'd be a slice-of-life film about a girl who slowly grows out of her shell, and in the end it might be bitter sweet because she moves away from her friends/family, but ultimately she'll be happy and thus it will be a happy ending. *nods* ^^

~~vague I know, then again I just woke up ;___;~~

2:01-3:00 PM: Ever been in love? How far would you go/have gone for them?

harmony283 — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 20:03:15 GMT

Yes. The farthest I've gone was to let them tell other people about it/meet my parents. Obviously under the guise of friendship, first, but it really did mean a lot.

How far would I go? Eventually telling my parents the full story and not just relying on 'I don't care about what gender the person is' since that statement, while truthful, doesn't answer anything in the long run.

1:01-2:00 AM: Say something profound! What is your dream? What is the point of living?

harmony283 — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 07:08:29 GMT

The point of living is to live. That includes all the bad stuff too. I won't say there's a greater meaning to all the bad things that happen to people, but getting through them (or not) is what shapes people in the end.

5:01-6:00 PM: Let's talk fashion! What's your label? Brand? Essential accessory?

harmony283 — Wed, 02 Feb 2011 00:00:58 GMT

Hmm I don't really like buying labels (I don't see why they really...matter?) but if I had to choose an accessory...it would be my NEON GREEN/YELLOW HOODIE WITH A RAINBOW PEACE SIGN >3 just because it's epic and I don't know anyone else who has a sweatshirt/hoodie quite like it~ XD

4:01-5:00 PM: QUICK! Flash-fic. Write something amazing in thirty minutes. Sex is not optional.

harmony283 — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 23:00:55 GMT

"Well that wasn't what I was expecting." Victory snorted as she slid her sword back into its sheath, "I mean seriously? What do these little kiddies think they're up against now a days?" She kicked the dead body in front of her, hearing the metal of the armor 'chink!' under her boots, "You can't run in this. Think quick--you have to or else you're as good as dead."

"Thinking quickly has nothing to do with what outer armor you choose to where." Victory cocked her head to the side and frowned, eying her, for lack of a better word, companion.

"Don't get cocky with me, dumbass."

"My name isn't dumbass."

"Fine then, Reed," She could swear on her mothers grave that he was smiling --even though she couldn't see his face (did he even have one?) under that cloak of his, "Can't take a bit of humor can ya?" She kicked the body again and turned completely around, "Who's side you on anyway?'

"The side that won't get me killed."

"'Kay then," Victory frowned down at her nails, "Now tell me why you're poking fun at me?"

"I'm not--" She glared, Reed sighed, "Sorry I'll attempt to refrain myself."

"Good boy. Now." Victory smirked with twice as much frevor as before and pointed straight out towards the misty horizon, "Onto Bethlehem. Where the poor go to get drunk, and the rich to get even drunker!" She didn't bother to wait for Reed, or even to notice that maybe she should have been more on guard than she had been.

But then Reed wasn't a traitor. He was simply slow, somewhat sarcastic (on a good day), and quite fond of puff pastry with cream cheese inside. Nothing quite said 'evil backstabbing villain' than one who liked sweets, right?

Right.

So he fell into step easily behind Victory and hoped she wouldn't notice him checking out her backside. He was looking at her sword. Really.

Well now that just sounded bad.

((Technically gave myself only 20 minutes for this, cuz I realized what time it was--and HAH I DIDN'T MENTION SEX--WOOO...and I'll write a longer description here in a sec xD just wanted to post this on time))

3:01-4:00 PM: Write one sentence about every year you have been alive.

harmony283 — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 21:45:45 GMT

1-I was too young to remember much.
2-They call this year the crazy twos, or at least that's what mom said.
3-I remember this year because I used to go to bed at 8PM at night.
4-This was the year I got hit on the head with a block by a supposed 'best friend'.
5-I started school this year and met my first 'best friend'.
6-Apparently the teachers were impressed that I could understand 5th grade vocabulary without any help.
7-This was the year that I moved (I believe), I didn't really like it that much.
8-First year at a new school--going into 3rd grade is a lot rougher than it sounds.
9-I kind of (okay maybe a lot) hated math.
10-This was the year I got put into a 'friendship class' too, because apparently I didn't talk as much as the other kids.
11-First year at middle school and honestly it could've gone better.
12-7th grade was when I realized most of my friends changed into the kind of people I wouldn't want to hang out with.
13-I still hung out with said friends, though, thankfully it was never hard to explain why I never invited them over.
14-This was the year I started getting fed up with feeling left out.
15-This was the year I met my ex--and got the courage to sit by myself rather than sit with people who made me feel uncomfortable.
16-I used to be able to write 4 chapters in one week.
17-Scratch that, I used to write 6 chapters (over 10 pages each) in one day.
18-But of course things have to go and get complicated--University does it, I swear.
19-I'm still trying to deal with some stuff that happened last year, but this semester's been easier so I guess I should be glad for that.

I still really dislike facebook. And I'm almost (almost) tempted to try MSN again--just to see if it works. -w-; Haven't used it in a while, so...

(also holy crap THE RAIN THE RAIN IS LIKE ATTACKING PEOPLE OUTSIDE MY WINDOW THIS IS AMUSING)

12:01-1:00 PM: ROMANTIC HISTORY TIME! Stupidest thing your exes have ever done.

harmony283 — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 18:41:54 GMT

was almost wishing I could constantly skip this one since uh...I only have one ex under my belt and the only 'stupid' things I could think of--by normal standards of the word--weren't 'stupid' to me so xD;; *shrugs* Eh oh well, this is my answer, so there *nods*

12:01-1:00 AM: If your phone rang right now, who would you want to be calling?

harmony283 — Tue, 01 Feb 2011 06:02:59 GMT

Most likely it'd be sis calling to spazz about...something. Dunno what xD Usually about a new program or some website she found. On a serious note my parents might call if something bad happens. Or Sam might--but that's usually under very serious and 'Must call' circumstances since at least for Sam --it'd cost monies :/

and kay goin' to bedsu now xD

Apparently since I misread the question (I didn't see the 'you want') ...I'll reanswer it

Who would I want to call me...at midnight? Uhm the only person I'd actually let get AWAY with that is probably Sam or a friend of mine...or my parents if it was an emergency xD;; other than that, uh, no thanks I'd rather not talk to many people that late at night .__.