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[yukinoomoni]

It's Friends List Appreciation Week!!!

(Well, for me it is, anyway.)

Because all of you are so awesome and amazing for having to put up with my daily histrionic babbling, I've decided to hold a Friends List Appreciation Week event here on my journal. Please comment with a request for one (or all) of the following:

-Name of a fandom, character and prompt, for a little ficlet written just for you;
-Question that you have been meaning to ask me but keep forgetting;
-Something that you have been meaning to tell me but haven't found the chance;
-A request for a good read, good listen, good show/movie, or good whatever;
-A nice compliment just for you!

There are no limits and no slots. This will be open for everyone on my friends list, for as long as it takes for everyone to participate if they would like! If I am unable to fill the ficlet request, you will be given a chance to make another request.

Okay! Go!

Comments

[matt_doyle]

Young Wizards fic? Something shippy, but any pairing at all is fine with me (though if you'd rather I be more specific I'm sure I can be).

Dairine/Roshaun

[yukinoomoni.livejournal.com]

(This one was a little tough, so it's short, but I hope it's still okay. It's in present-tense for some reason.)

The early mornings are the worst, Dairine finds, as she wakes up at dawn. When the sun peaks through the window and into her eyes, it's often a reminder that feels light a bright slap. Even the comfort of knowing the sun is still there is never enough to ease the pain, what was lost instead of what could have been lost.

He had driven her absolutely insane. His arrogance, his haughtiness, his chilly temper...

And yet, his life wasn't good. He was a hunted man. He had lost so much. His people hated him, resented him, despised him. It was no small wonder that he had built up a thick skin.

Dairine hates using the past-tense. It makes her heartsick. But it's been months and there has been no sign at all, nothing.

They hadn't been friends ... at least not quite. There was respect there, affection, trust. Near...the end ... there was something blooming into something close to friendship. Which makes it all the more unfair.

Her hand falls to her necklace, the stone cold within her palm. She closes her eyes.

She wishes she could have asked him. Just once.

Re: Dairine/Roshaun

[matt_doyle]

:-) Bittersweet, but I really like it.