My most consistently flamed story

[icarus]

I don't often get flames, concrit yes, but not flames. Yet somehow, for some reason this drabble consistently inspires them:


In November
by Icarus


His lips were soft, which was unexpected. Ron looked like he was all skinny angles, but he was soft really. His eyelashes fluttered closed, his breath a warm pant on Neville's cheek, a November mist.

They had just been talking, that's all, about Quidditch and family and girls and things like that, when it got really, really quiet.

Neville breathed a sigh, and took in the arching branches overhead, the quiet lake, the patch of sky.

"We probably shouldn't do that again."

They both agreed, as they leaned in for a second kiss.

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Mystified?

Me too.

Comments

[icarusancalion.livejournal.com]

A couple were "nice writing, ugh, gay." Others were less specific: "do you have a life?"

(Answer: no. But that's okay with me.)

It's just general 'i h8te slash' flames.

I'm just suprised it's this drabble.

Icarus