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[nny]

Gimme a first line and a last line, and I'll write you a ficlet.

*grins*

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[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

"But it doesn't really compare to almond tea, does it?"

and

The rest, quite appropriately, was silence.

*grins wickedly*

[muji]

Oooooooh.

Crap. Um.

"Can't you get those in purple instead?"

and

"Buyin' bullets for Vera would've been a better use o' my time."

[stella-polaris.livejournal.com]

"Sounds fishy."

"It doesn't matter."

[nepheliad.livejournal.com]

The witness protection program was beginning to bore her.

followed by

And then she left him for an airline pilot.

... I don't know either. :D!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The witness protection program was beginning to bore her.

Too easy. Too clean. Execution killings never interested her unless they inspired. Blood on a sword and horror on the face of a man in power, angered millions who hadn't the first idea of where it had started - that was where she ought to be.

"You could sit, you know."

He was watching her over steepled fingers, amused, the slightest twist of his lips framed neatly by a spare black beard.

She whirled about, scarlet hair flying, and glared at him for a moment before going back to pacing in front of the long window, slatted blinds imprisoning her in bars of light.

"It's all the same to you, isn't it?"

He lifted a slim black brow and pretended not to know what she meant. He's always liked how she looked when she was angry.

She was always angry.

"It's all the same because it's steady. You have entire countries to play with while I have centuries of skirmishes."

"It's hardly my fault. I worked hard for my countries while you were busy wheedling that ineffectual angel out of his sword."

Blaring car horns from below - two men, overcome with road rage, were brawling in the street. Her lips thinned, the slightest amount.

"It's just the Autumn," he told her. "Dying of the year. September is the dullest month. You'll come up with something."

She smiled, slowly, and ran her tongue across her teeth. Perhaps, in fact, she had. She sashayed across the room, and ran long fingers through his hair, and bit his lip until he bled, until he stared after her hungrily.

And then she left him. For an airline pilot.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

The sound of a bicycle on cobblestones woke him.

and...

She hadn't thought it was too much to ask.

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

"But it doesn't really compare to almond tea, does it?"

There's rather a long silence. Then a voice, dangerously quiet and level.

"You're going to explain that, I take it?"

Silence, again. The owner of the second voice is, perhaps, still attempting to catch his breath, rather.

"I don't know. Sometime in the... '20s, I believe. I said something about how strange it all seemed, you remember? And you said, as I recall, 'we all have our quirks. Look at you and almond tea.' Which... seems rather a strange analogy to draw."

The faintest rustle of cotton, as of fingers sliding across what little space might remain between two hands.

"You've always had the damnedest memory for that sort of thing."

"Well really."

Neither of the voices sound nearly so annoyed as they might.

"Besides, it's not that odd an analogy."

"It most certainly is. I mean, you wouldn't want to - in public, you know. Or in company, Heaven forfend."

Another of those silences, and then a reply that's rather choked.

"You believe that if you like, angel."



"I suspect I have a lot to learn."

Another rustle of cotton, rather more prolonged, this time.

"I suspect - you have, at that."

The rest, quite appropriately, was silence.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

"Although it had never been proven that he was anywhere near the blaze when it started"

and

"At last, he removed the sticking tape."

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

Um. Have you seen Firefly? Before I write?

(and please forgive RP journal.)

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

Some. Enough to know who the characters are and a little of what they're like (about four episodes and some music vids).

[quean-of-swords.livejournal.com]

"This wasn't the first time he'd woken up in the middle of a museum."

and

"Damn."

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

"No, the answer's no--"

and

"How about tea instead?

So that it's not limited to one fandom. Unlike the sunflowers.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

"But Bar doesn't give alcohol to minors!"

and

Archly, "What did I tell you?"

[flyakate]

The book's binding was falling to pieces, flaking onto the carpet.

and

His hair still stuck up a little, in the back.

[nepheliad.livejournal.com]

That is absolutely perfect love. :D

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

Eeeee!

Thank you *grins*

[ashen_key]

She'd always had a love of hats.

"Well...that went well, don't you think?"