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Jul. 26th, 2005 01:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
culuyetille*smiles* Today, I come along bearing a few recs... because my f-list has been wonderful like that. There have been the usual additions to the SW slash rec post, if you're a fan, I suggest you stop by. Now I shall squee with artwork and fanfiction of other fandoms. =D
Firstly, I MUST point you to the most gorgeous, tender Orli/Bean drawing EVER. By![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
afra_schatz of course *squishes* Caro's talent amazes me more with every new wonderful piece she produces. This one in particular captures a moment of sapiness between the two, making everyone all gushy inside. It's a real treasure.
If you appreciate icons, I suggest you pay a visit to this post. It contains HBP icons in a style I really, really like and pretend to incorporate pieces of. It's all clean and wordsy and beautiful.
I've spent the weekend withdead_pen and it seemed enough to drag her back to LJ, whee!! *dances* I really recommend you stop by her journal to check out her most recent brilliant pieces of artwork. For a taste, I'll show you what our demented minds came up with *grins* Tekken-flavoured:
It's a "shared project", actually, her artwork & my wording, and also because we both had the idea during fits of laughter so there's no telling who it belongs to.
Cross-posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tekken_yaoi.
Wheee bothkillthwight and irrlicht74 are back!! *squishes muchly*
I'll take the opportunity to post my first HBP fic... heavy spoilers in the very first paragraph, so if you haven't finished the book, I suggest you don't read. This one is dedicated tojustinetre, psycho_llama and lolita_malfoy, for all three squeed happily with me at the feast of Snape/Draco evidence in HBP. :)
Title: Grip
Author:lorielen
Pairing: SS/DM
Rating: PG
Summary: Severus ruminates the events while waiting for the Dark Lord’s summons. He cannot unravel himself from Draco’s company.
AN: Beta-ed by the wonderfulkillthwight. Thanks, dear!
Grip
Severus’ scowl deepened when he felt cool fingertips tracing the back of his hand, the shape of his knuckles. His hand was clenched in a fist, his grip so tight it hurt, for it bloody well should, had he not just cast the killing curse on Albus Dumbledore.
He wished to tear apart his lungs and drench the air with his anger; he did, however, choose the same course of action he’d opted for so often in the past. It was much wiser to tightly seal his lips, make his chest a dam of sourness and silently accept that he was in a shabby, dusty room of a seldom-used hideout, waiting for the Dark Lord’s beckoning. Attached to his very personal space was one Draco Malfoy, whose charge events had led him to be burdened with. The boy was playing an old game, exercising the boldness Severus could keep no Malfoy of trespassing on him with.
Snape’s skin was a sickly, yellowish shade, the veins and arteries green-blue, deathpale. Draco’s hand was all too youthful atop his, unmarked and perfectly manicured. Severus wanted to whisk his hand away from the invading touch, coil in his bitterness, but the Malfoy by his side was horrified and meeting Lord Voldemort entirely too soon after being found unable to finish what had been demanded of him, and Draco was much too young and beautifully carved for the throes of War and nobody else could reach out to brush their skin against Severus’ with quite so much intimacy.
His charge was not looking at him, apparently too entranced by the way fingernails disappeared in the respective fingers, and Severus quietly admitted he’d long forsaken any say on the Draco Malfoy matter, and that it was likely to get him killed or other equally displeasing turn of events.
He would not sigh. Rather, he left his fingers sprawl over the mildly rotten seat space between himself and the boy. Draco’s fingerpads were soft and pinkish against his uncut fingernails. As the boy toyed with his stirring-chopping-peeling-slicing-measuring-hexing-marking-jynxing-killing hand, Severus idly deigned the silence kept as a sign of maturing. He thought also that Draco was scented vaguely like coffee and sugary pineapple even after battle and running for his very precious life, and that was quite the way to smell amidst a War approaching its darkest times.
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Cross-posted to:partisan_green
Up next: Paul Bettany icons!! =] Teasers:
#19 
#28 
*waves and goes to bed*
Firstly, I MUST point you to the most gorgeous, tender Orli/Bean drawing EVER. By
afra_schatz of course *squishes* Caro's talent amazes me more with every new wonderful piece she produces. This one in particular captures a moment of sapiness between the two, making everyone all gushy inside. It's a real treasure.If you appreciate icons, I suggest you pay a visit to this post. It contains HBP icons in a style I really, really like and pretend to incorporate pieces of. It's all clean and wordsy and beautiful.
I've spent the weekend with
dead_pen and it seemed enough to drag her back to LJ, whee!! *dances* I really recommend you stop by her journal to check out her most recent brilliant pieces of artwork. For a taste, I'll show you what our It's a "shared project", actually, her artwork & my wording, and also because we both had the idea during fits of laughter so there's no telling who it belongs to.
Cross-posted to
tekken_yaoi.Wheee both
killthwight and irrlicht74 are back!! *squishes muchly*I'll take the opportunity to post my first HBP fic... heavy spoilers in the very first paragraph, so if you haven't finished the book, I suggest you don't read. This one is dedicated to
justinetre, psycho_llama and lolita_malfoy, for all three squeed happily with me at the feast of Snape/Draco evidence in HBP. :)Title: Grip
Author:
lorielenPairing: SS/DM
Rating: PG
Summary: Severus ruminates the events while waiting for the Dark Lord’s summons. He cannot unravel himself from Draco’s company.
AN: Beta-ed by the wonderful
killthwight. Thanks, dear!Grip
Severus’ scowl deepened when he felt cool fingertips tracing the back of his hand, the shape of his knuckles. His hand was clenched in a fist, his grip so tight it hurt, for it bloody well should, had he not just cast the killing curse on Albus Dumbledore.
He wished to tear apart his lungs and drench the air with his anger; he did, however, choose the same course of action he’d opted for so often in the past. It was much wiser to tightly seal his lips, make his chest a dam of sourness and silently accept that he was in a shabby, dusty room of a seldom-used hideout, waiting for the Dark Lord’s beckoning. Attached to his very personal space was one Draco Malfoy, whose charge events had led him to be burdened with. The boy was playing an old game, exercising the boldness Severus could keep no Malfoy of trespassing on him with.
Snape’s skin was a sickly, yellowish shade, the veins and arteries green-blue, deathpale. Draco’s hand was all too youthful atop his, unmarked and perfectly manicured. Severus wanted to whisk his hand away from the invading touch, coil in his bitterness, but the Malfoy by his side was horrified and meeting Lord Voldemort entirely too soon after being found unable to finish what had been demanded of him, and Draco was much too young and beautifully carved for the throes of War and nobody else could reach out to brush their skin against Severus’ with quite so much intimacy.
His charge was not looking at him, apparently too entranced by the way fingernails disappeared in the respective fingers, and Severus quietly admitted he’d long forsaken any say on the Draco Malfoy matter, and that it was likely to get him killed or other equally displeasing turn of events.
He would not sigh. Rather, he left his fingers sprawl over the mildly rotten seat space between himself and the boy. Draco’s fingerpads were soft and pinkish against his uncut fingernails. As the boy toyed with his stirring-chopping-peeling-slicing-measuring-hexing-marking-jynxing-killing hand, Severus idly deigned the silence kept as a sign of maturing. He thought also that Draco was scented vaguely like coffee and sugary pineapple even after battle and running for his very precious life, and that was quite the way to smell amidst a War approaching its darkest times.
-*-
Cross-posted to:
partisan_greenUp next: Paul Bettany icons!! =] Teasers:
#28 *waves and goes to bed*
