Birthday

Mar. 13th, 2007 12:54 am
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Happy Birthday, [livejournal.com profile] misao_duo! I hope you had a great day. I feel weird making you an icon since you make so many wonderful ones yourself but I hope that you like it anyway.

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It seems I only post birthdays now days, right? I'm sorry I'm not here more. I have a part time job that's taking a lot of my time and there's university and classes and me going out... *hangs head in shame* sorry. It's not like I have anything very interesting to say anyway but I do wish I was writing more fics. Sowwy again.

Date: 2007-03-13 03:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phoenikoi.livejournal.com
*hugs* That's nothing you have to apologise for. :)

Date: 2007-03-15 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
And I still owe you the layout *hangs head* Sorry...

Date: 2007-03-16 05:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phoenikoi.livejournal.com
All in good time! Here, have a drabble:

"You did this - all for me?" Quatre looked around the tiny hut - little more than a square box, but built along precise lines and showing no seams - barely daring to reach out and touch the smooth walls.

A sliding door, cunningly hidden, was the only means in and out. Trowa stood to the side of the entrance, careful not to block the light. There was a tiny smile lurking around the edges of his mouth, and his eyes were soft.

It was still dim inside, but Quatre found the darkness comforting. He smelled sawdust and sweat, mingled with a woody smoke he recognised as a charm for protection. Scooting inside, his back set in one corner, he thought of the box as a shell he wore around him, solid and safe. There was still room, so he caught Trowa's hands and tugged him in. The taller boy folded up his body with no more thought than he would have given a piece of laundry, flexible as a snake. It was crowded with them both crammed against one another.

"Thank you," Quatre whispered. "It's so quiet in here. I love it."

Trowa's fingers ghosted across his left temple, and he leaned into the touch. The grinding, continuous hum that filled his brain was absent in this space, leaving his skull ringing hollow, as if it had been emptied of thoughts.

"You're safe in here," Trowa said.

"I'm safe with you."

Date: 2007-03-16 09:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] misanagi.livejournal.com
*glomps you silly* You wrote me a drabble! Thank you! I love it, I so love how you write them together, thank you!

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