AndreaLyn

Adam Black = Earth = Death
James DuLac = Water = Pestilence
Summer Jones = Air = War
Fi Monaghan = Fire = Famine

FIRE: She’d played all the major roles. Had loved Rome, Chicago, forests like she loved all her lovers; with such intimate knowledge both in and out that she would light up the sparks because she knew how; she knew all the workings of the world.

So, I've basically decided there'll be no Rules sequel. Don't have the time, energy, or motivation.

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“Until death do us part.”

The chapel was bright. The flowers were in perfect bloom, the room had a faint miasma of sweetness and Billy. Dom was miserable. His whole body felt wracked with some unknown type of parasite that was hell-bent on eating him from the inside out and was having a good time succeeding.

Dom folded his hands in his lap and looked up to see the smile spreading widely over Billy’s face. Dom did not react. He forced himself to remain blank, a quiet stream feeding out to an even calmer ocean. He does not scream, and he will not argue the priest’s statement that Billy “may now kiss the bride.” He inhaled deep and even breaths, checking the room to find that everyone else was smiling peacefully.

Viggo was content. Elijah was grinning. Orlando looked dazed.

And Dom wanted to scream.

But he sat there, ever the good best friend and watched as Billy lifted her veil, leaned forward, and stopped just that infinitesimal distance before his eyes crinkled into a smile. Dom read the words as they slowly tumbled off Billy’s lips.

“I love you.”

He was telling her those words. Dom was closer to screaming than ever now, and he had a feeling that if he opened his mouth, nothing would stop the scream from ending. Billy was about to press his lips to hers. Dom inhaled his breaths a little faster now, the room spinning in his view, and it seemed brighter than before.

Billy turned, his cheek brushing against hers as he looked straight at Dominic and gave a wicked little smirk. Dom couldn’t tear his eyes away and kept breathing out shakily, wishing he could close his eyes, wishing he could make the scene go away.

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Dom wasn’t sure why he was there exactly. There had to be reasons somewhere inside his body, perhaps inside his brain that dictated why he was showing up at Billy’s favourite bar, in Billy’s favourite town, and clinging Billy’s favourite shirt to his chest like it was a security blanket. Nobody was going to force him to admit that he had spent five minutes in the car just pressing the shirt to his nose and inhaling, and so he figured he just had to walk into the bar, find Billy and leave.

He still wasn’t sure why he couldn’t just wait back at Billy’s flat.

He knew the reasons. He always knew the reasons.

His reason was Billy.

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Next: The outline of the fic-that-would-have-been.

New ideas:

Suddenly, Billy wants to be called William. Inspired by marrymemerry.

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For marrymemerry. Keira/Natalie Portman fic. 'It's like looking in a mirror.'

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Rules of Engagement
"Don't you see Billy?" Dom whispered, his fingers ghosting over the pale skin of Billy's upper shoulder. Dom's eyes shone with hope and a kind of sparkle that scared Billy. "I want you," he fiercely added. Billy reacted with something akin to horror and sickness -- all at once.

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Nursery Rhymes

It's a Seanlijah. Begins with a blissed out Elijah (on cough syrup) demanding a bedtime story from Sean.

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Dom/SeanA.
"God doesn't make mistakes. That explains Dom."

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Pirates fic. Footwork. Jack/Norrington. Foreplay=swordplay.

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Pirates fic. When Will breaks Jack out of the jail cell, it isn't the first time a Turner aids and abets a pirate out of prison.

New fic, inspired by chatting with shanalle.

Twenty-Two Snapshots

Drabbles; only 100 words in length apiece. Twenty-two short scenes depicting moments that passed before the oppurtunity could be taken. Things that never were.

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Fic for duckie7582. The smile fic:

The way Dom's smile is a little bit wacky, all-knowing in its insanity and quirks.

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Zodiac flippin' fic. Have the idea. Must start it so that the Cancer sign comes into play somewhat later in the year. Main character to revolve around is Orlando. Everything happens at the birthday parties, hence 12 parted fic.

Main pairings, am thinking Dom/Orlando and one more, possibly Orlando/Sean Bean coming into it and then quickly dissipating for him. Other main pairing will either be Elijah/Billy or possibly Karl/Viggo. Still blurry.

Time to write means overload.

Wing!fic:

Way too many thoughts cycling but nothing is coming together. The hook of the story is basically how Viggo's perception becomes slightly skewed the more and more obsessive he becomes with wings. Need a more poetic description.

They are a kaleidoscope of colours, and he doesn’t have enough colours in his pastels, his watercolour kit, or his pencil crayons to do justice to the shades his mind imagines when he closes his eyes and puts pencil to paper.

Gah...this is so going to be my new vice.

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CLM: Kiss in a strange place. To write by Sunday.

D'Orli, in a swimming pool. Orlando goofing off and effectively dunking Dom...repeatedly.

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Control: Part 11

Tell through Angel's POV until the end of the sex, at which point, shift into Wes' mind.

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Ros. and Guil. fic; use key scenes in play for rehearsals that Dom and Billy are doing. Have them approach the subtext, and exactly what it means.

Dom seems uncomfortable, Billy seems to be avoiding the issue, until the director brings it up.

General outline with pairings for this fic.

Viggo/Elijah

Karl/Viggo

Billy/Dom

Jealousy --> Billy
Anger --> Dom
Gluttony --> Sean A.
Lust --> Elijah
Sloth --> Orlando
Pride --> Viggo
Greed --> Karl

Various song snippets to go with the story, tiny plots all mapped out. Possibly a triangle with Viggo, Elijah, and Karl. Orlando is constantly the outsider.

New X2 fic idea; elements to combine:

Bobby/John ditching class earlier in the day

A re-enactment of exactly what they did earlier in the day

A quest to find Johnny's lighter

The following bit:

"So, what exactly did you two get up to while I sat and played the good girl in class today?" Marie asked aloud as Bobby stopped in the dark hallway as a flame of orange seemed to lick the wall. He held her back against the wall as they realized it was only Logan's fire burning in his room.

"Jealous?"

"Only if you're about to run off without me," she whispered, and they continued on their trek.

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RPS Idea:

What it means to be a voyeur (various definitions) with Billy (?) as the one looking in.

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X2 Other Idea:

What Bobby and John were doing while the others had their meeting. What happened when Rogue found them.