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Letter Bee on Ten - Set 10


Written for the writing community Mezza_tabella .

Title: Thoughts of paper I
Fandom: Letter Bee (Tegami Bachi).
Torque: Gauche Suede / Lag Seeing.
Prompt: 11. Paper.
Rating: PG .
Summary: The truth is that you trust.
Warnings: Shounen-ai (free interpretation), shotacon (?).
Notes: Shounen-ai ... but just to see us know, eh. XD Shotacon that big word! XD
Link to set: So long, crybaby .





writes and composes; s'arrovella, rolls, torn, crumpled on his own impressions, palm to hold the sweet cheek.
Reluctant to give thoughts to paper, unable to condense them into a bottle of ink and placed in a sheet, Lag meditate to surrender. There is something inherently difficult to write a letter. And he who can see the heart, soul reading, standing there, with the paper pressed between the fingers - as if that was an anchor, and the floor on which is lying in the ocean would change.
The truth is that you trust. The writing paper is too fragile - how could support the weight of his feelings ...?

Title: Thoughts of Paper II
Prompt: 03. Hope
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shounen-ai (free interpretation).




In fact, it is not Lag able to write letters. The concept
trivial to transpose it into words their thoughts, confide in someone and hope that someone - occasionally made of paper and ink - take them to, really, not for him.
Perhaps because it is trade that has the most intimate secrets with an expectation, more or less long, stuffed with so much hope.
And he does not want to wait. Expect to be able to write, expects to deliver his thoughts to paper, waiting for him who wants to read them and wait to give him an answer. Wait for a new hope.
would be much more rapid firing potergli words directly in the heart, already.

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Fandom: Arthurian Legends (very general)
Title: Defining
Challenge: Numbers # 2

Prompt: 59
Rating: PG
Word Count: 220 (W)
Characters: Mordred
Pairing: Galahad / Mordred
Warnings: Slash , reincarnations.

and 1899, Mordred has fifty-nine years and a life that would not be able to classify, among many others lived. It was not very hard, so far, however, nor could ever call it romance, he studied, sweated, worked, married and had children, one of whom has just given a grandson.
Two or three minutes ago.
More or less.
Before he can control the clock and try to recall exactly how the baby is trying to break down the walls of the house by dint of shouting, the door was a shield to his ears open. The young parent puts the child in her arms, lost in tears and shrieks, but when you look at him and the baby - or rather, when he looks at the baby and the baby picks up the smell - the silence suddenly falls. The small relaxes, squinting, and arranging the fists to the face.
Then awareness. Awareness, a thunderbolt, the ' lighting.
Mordred trembling in anger.
"Son of a good woman," he muttered through clenched teeth as the jubilant neopapà not hear it. "This had to wait?! The next time you ... "
The baby laughs, or so they want to look.

Tomorrow Mordred - who now has another name, in fact - will have some problems in sixty years and more, but will at least define its existence.

Notes.
But there will be a special term to indicate the "reincarnation" in fanfictions? XD Mah