katjanacht: (Break)
( Jan. 22nd, 2010 09:30 pm)
Title: Really Just a Lie.
Fandom: Pandora Hearts
Theme: "After All"- Delerium
Pairing: Break/Sharon
Rating: PG for excessive angst.


Sharon knew the day would have to come someday. Whether she would admit it or not, the thought was always somewhere in the back of her mind. But everyday around him just made it seem like that day was so far away. She knew that if she ignored all the signs it was easy to pretend that that day would never come for any of them.

But the ugly truth was that the day finally did come for him. And the uglier truth was that she was angry with him for it.

“Milady, Sharon!” It was an unfamiliar voice that she was told that she would have to get used to. She privately refused. It was wrong. It was so wrong. “Please, we need to get out of the rain.”

“Xerxes Break” She traced the letters freshly cut into cold and unforgiving stone over and over with her fingers- down on her hands and knees in the mud atop the freshly filled-in grave. You would know better, wouldn’t you Xerxes-nii? He doesn’t know me like you do. She wouldn’t listen to this stranger. She would stay right here until she got what she wanted.

“Milady Reinsworth!”

Was I too much for you to handle? Did I ask you for too many things? After everything we’ve been through together, how could you just leave me like this?!” Somewhere in her mind she was aware of the torrential rain that soaked her right through the multiple layers of her exquisitely useless silk mourning gown. It, in all it’s chilling dampness clung to her skin in a way that she should have been concerned about. The ends and edges of the skirts were somewhere lost in the muck.

Yet the only tears cascading down her face were the ones the sky loaned her in the form of rain. One didn’t cry for someone they were angry with.

Why aren’t you scolding me? I’m ruining that pretty black dress you bought me for my last birthday. Aren’t you angry?

“Are you listening to me? Please get up.”

Isn’t that horrible? I don’t even know him, Xerxes! And he thinks he can replace you- as if that is even possible. It‘s why you need to come back, don‘t you see? No, answer, of course. Only the silent name that gives significance to the plot of grime gives weak response to her silent pleas. Why won’t you answer me? Xerxes Break, you will answer me when I speak to you!”

“Lady Reinsworth!”

“Leave me alone! Leave me here!”

I still need you, Break. I’m not ready to lose you. You followed me everywhere. So why is it that the one time I want to follow you, you go off to a place I can’t follow! She felt the hands because they were warm. They were also excruciatingly unfamiliar and the very first inclination was to violently recoil. Sharon did just that. It registered with her somewhere that she was screaming, but it was nothing intelligible. Every time he tried to slick back the sopping hair from her face, every time he dragged her just a little farther out of the sludge with his arm around her waist, it like a violation so wrong she wanted to retch.

I still love you Xerxes-nii! I still love you!

She said that it wasn’t real and that she wouldn’t cry. But that was really just a lie, wasn’t it?
So someone's parents are jerkfayces. So this is part Nutcracker Ballet-induced Princess Tutu fixation, and part "Hey parents, I'm making fun of you."

Title: The Christmas Pants
Fandom: Princess Tutu
Pairing: Mytho/Rue, Fakir/Ahiru
Rating: G


For as graceful as she danced now that she was no longer a magical ballerina, Fakir knew that the new ballet slippers were probably not the most practical gift of all. After all, he more than anyone knew that she was, in the end, just a duck. It was a species of bird not exactly known for its great grace.

But, he supposed, the smile on her face when she opened the box and unwrapped the little pink silk shoes from the feather light tissue paper made it worth it anyway. If that did not do it, then the slight kiss on his cheek that caught him completely by surprise did.

“Thank you, Fakir.”

Fakir tried very hard not to blush. He failed, of course, but he tried.


Rue had probably practiced several things to say when she would finally open that little red box that had been sitting on her nightstand for the week before Christmas. But when she carefully removed the paper and lifted the lid off the box, she was not prepared for the glittering stones that met her eyes.

Rubies. She loved rubies. And for a moment all she could do was sit and smile.

“Merry Christmas, Rue.”

The only thing that made the moment better was the white-haired prince standing in her doorway, ready to clasp his dazzling gift around her wrist.


Ahiru knew that Fakir wouldn’t know what to do when he opened the box that she had so carefully wrapped (even though it still turned up exceptionally messy). The stuffed duck plushie was clearly not something he was expecting, so she understood his reaction. Fakir had a tough and brooding image around the school to maintain, after all.

But he gave it a little smile and a nervous laugh and wrapped an arm around her waist. It was his way of communicating. For someone so powerful with writing, it was funny that he wasn’t so great with words.

“Don‘t worry, I won‘t tell.”

True to her word, Ahiru did not tell anyone when she later caught the duck plush in the sleeping knight’s arms.


Mytho had to admit that he was pretty surprised to walk into the small Christmas party and find not one, not two, but three presents with his name on them under the modestly decorated pine tree. One from Fakir, one from Ahiru, and one from “the rest of the student body”. He was thrilled, touched, and genuinely flattered.

Until, that is, he opened the boxes and removed the contents. That was about when the continual giggles from the party guests started.

In each of the three boxes rested a pair of neatly folded up pants.

He looked up quizzically at his friends. First to his ruby eyed raven princess, then to his green-haired knight who wore a smirk across his face- his arm around a certain clumsy ballerina.

“And we expect you to wear them too.”

Nonsense, Mytho thought with a raised white eyebrow. Why would I start wearing them now?
Robin: Tomorrow's party will be BYODM. That is "Bring your own damn food"
Becca: amen
Robin: I didn't know we were praying.

I love my roommates. Dearly.

I need to get out of the house and do something. Else I have to count today a failure. I mean, yeah, I guess I did do laundry. But still.

I have all my textbooks. Wheeee!

Also, Erik has determined that he wants to steal my boyfriend. Erik, I'm not sure how I feel about this. Mine. Not yours. =P (He's kidding. I promise. At least I think so).
katjanacht: (Break)
( Aug. 28th, 2009 11:59 pm)
-Veldrose.Nacht- says:
*insert surprise ninja attack here*
Scrap says:
*insert iron pirate defense here*
-Veldrose.Nacht- says:
Scrap says:
mot ang garde

Well played, Erik. Well played.


So I almost didn't go to the cocktail party, but I changed my mind at the last minute. I'm glad I did. It was a whole lot of fun. The game Taboo, by the way, is infinitely more fun when you have stories to relate the words to instead of descriptions. So...a White Russian...I'm not sure I want another one of those. Cranberry and Vodka, however...I should say "surprise me" to Mandy more often.

She also sent a plate of cupcakes home with Becca and me for Rob. Since she's sick and didn't get to come to the party. =(


One week till con. Hooray! My costume is almost finished. I just need to figure out what I'm doing for thigh holsters. And take the seams of the dress in, because apparently I'm not as fat as I think I am. Who knew? Also, if I need to bend over to pick up ANYTHING while wearing it, I'm screwed. I've never worn a skirt so short, so I'm not entirely certain how to handle it. Haha.


I fail at fic duel. Sorry first and second waifu. You really don't want me writing right now. Or maybe you do. Nothing good could come out of me writing right now. Rather, nothing that I'd want to go back and read without being completely ashamed of myself. >.>

Ari...wheeeere is the Vincent/Lotti? =}
Testing testing...am I getting through? Because if I am, I might be using this thing a lot more often than I initially realized....

Hello, Livejournal. Do you copy?

Ps. OMGFAKIRAHIRU. *is dork*

EDIT: Well would you look at that? It actually works! HUZZAH!
katjanacht: (Default)
( Aug. 25th, 2009 07:54 pm)
My dearest waifus tell me that this is different from Livejournal. So far I'm not seeing much of a difference. o.O

Oh well. We shall see. We shall see indeed. *evil smiley.*


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