My most consistently flamed story
Aug. 3rd, 2004 08:28 pmI 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.
.
.
.
Mystified?
Me too.
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.
.
.
.
Mystified?
Me too.
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Date: 2004-08-04 07:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-06 10:19 pm (UTC)Hermione/Twins? But that's my favourite of yours (Well. Besides that simmering Percy/Snape).
Icarus
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Date: 2004-08-07 12:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-07 12:07 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-08-07 12:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-07 12:18 pm (UTC)Icarus
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Date: 2004-08-07 12:22 pm (UTC)