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klenaSelkie, Part Two
Once again, thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
waxrose, my darling wifey for the beta.
A gift fortheleapingmuse on her birthday. This part is only, what, 3 weeks late? *facepalm*
Warnings: This part of Selkie contains sex both in the text and the art and hints of a fucked up relationship. And that's the way the original story is. Also the artwork varies. Sometimes it came out how I meant it too and sometimes it didn't.
But it's sequential art and I've never really tried it before except for Blackcest so...here's hoping it's OK, yah?
And much thanks to the song "My number" which the last two days has kicked my ass back into the mindframe of 'Selkie' and its relationship.
[Edit: also NOT REMOTELY DIAL-UP FRIENDLY :DDD]
And so, without further ado....~!
The fisherman kissed the Selkie and pushed him back into the rocks, not caring how hard they slammed against them. The Selkie made a noise of surprise but tightened his grip in Sirius’s shirt and arched his hips up, seeking friction.
Sirius felt the Selkie against his hips and torso and a wild desire rose up in him. Removing his free hand from the back of Remus’s head, he pinned the Selkie to the rock with his knees and, with one hand, carelessly threw the skin back into the rock pool whilst pulling net rope from his pocket. The Selkie cocked his head, panting in a way that betrayed his desire and asked something in his rippling native tongue.
Sirius hushed him and leaned over him again to bind the tops of his arms together with the rope. Remus, who had been distracted by the heat and the friction of the body almost on top of him, realised too late what his fisherman was doing and struggled, writhing and twisting in order to get free. The fisherman growled slightly as he finished tying the knots and leaned back to view his handiwork.
Remus blushed and buried his flushed face into the crook of his shoulder as the fisherman trailed his fingers along his collar-bone, under his chin and down his chest to ghost over a nipple and sweep down along his stomach to splay beneath his bellybutton - his fingers so close to touching Remus that he whimpered and gasped slightly before muttering something Sirius vaguely understood.
“Oh?” He laughed slightly at the Selkie’s startled look before leaning in to Remus again and tracing a path with his eyes along his cheekbone, along the ridge of his nose to his eyes, whispering,
“Are you calling me what I think you are? We have a word for that too Remus, we call them ‘cock-teases’.”
Remus blinked and tried the word,
“…Cock…tease?”
Sirius smiled brilliantly,
“Cock…” and took Remus in hand and squeezed lightly, “tease…” he finished, removing his hand. Remus cried out at the touch and at the loss.
“Please!”
“Please what, Remus?” Sirius asked, ghosting his fingers along the younger man’s legs and hips. Remus tried in vain to arch his hips up against the touch but Sirius still had his lips trapped and cried out in desperation.
“Please - please touch me - please…”
“Ah…but what will you give me if I touch you? What will you give me in return, Remus?” Sirius grinned maliciously and quickly rolled his hips against Remus’s. “Your kind are known for their feckless attitudes.”
“No - no please - please!”
“What. Will. You. Give. Me.”
“Please - please - my word, my bond - my magic.”
“Your magic…? You mean your tail?” Sirius drew back slightly in interest. Remus whimpered again and babbled
“No - my kith and kin - we have magic. We can summon those to us - we can break the bond of language and unwanted bindings upon ourselves and we can forge bonds of air and salt-water and words that cannot be broken unless we wish it and we can make your kind love us and we can talk to our aigean - oh please - please…!”
“Aigean?” Sirius pressed, rolling his hips against Remus’s for a moment.
“Ah…! The ocean, the ocean! Please, please Sirius!”
“Will you stay with me? Will you live with me and belong to me and only me?”
“My tail - return me my tail and I will, I promise, I promise!”
“Ah, so you can leave me when you’ve had your fill of me? I think not.”
“Promise - promise to return my tail to me after a month, after three, after six, just promise to return it to me and I will stay - I swear.”
“Swear it to me - bind it with your magics as you say you can and I will promise to return the tail…” Sirius leaned in and pressed several light kisses to the side of his mouth, to the hollow of his cheek and to the corner of his eye before sucking on the sensitive spot where his ear joined his neck,
“Ah! I swear - ” Remus leaned back and bowed his head, “by mother aigean and the father farraige I twist my life-thread to bind with yours and to be yours until you keep your promise to me or until our threads fray and sever. This I swear to you by my scales and the web of my fingers and the salt of my blood or may the Fae folk of Tir mBeo deny me entry to their blessed land.” And as Remus finished his binding words, there was a moment of silence within the enclosed rocks in which the ocean did not swell or break over the rocks, nor did the gulls cry out nor did the wind rush past their eyes and then all Sirius could hear was his frantic heart and the triplet beat of the Selkie’s heart.
Remus opened his eyes and cast a sorrowful look towards the ocean. Sirius followed his gaze and saw, to his surprise, the heads of several other Selkie’s - one of whom (a redhead) was keening for her lost friend. A bubbling wail torn from Remus’s throat before it calmed into a rushing farewell. The Selkies vanished and Remus looked up into the eyes of his captor.
“I have bound myself to you - now promise me,” Remus said sadly and looked away from him. He understood then, that there was a part of the Selkie that would not be his whilst he could return to the ocean, that Remus would leave as soon as his tail was returned to him. And so, he promised the Selkie,
“I promise to return your tail to you…”, when Oibhe Criona walks upon the water, he thought - for Wise Oibhe was ninety-three and could barely walk the length of herself, never mind walk upon the water. Remus was his.
Remus sighed then - a sound of mixed relief and sorrow and Sirius kissed him again, trailing his fingers along the sensitive scars upon his thighs before trailing them up the length of Remus.
And the sadness vanished from the Selkie’s face, replaced desire and lust as he panted and swore and Sirius, enjoying this, thrust himself against the naked Selkie who moaned before trailing his fingers along Remus’s lower lip. Remus blinked at the fingers for a bewildered moment before taking them in his mouth and suckling on them gently, drawing his tongue up from the knuckle to the fingertip.
And the lusty haze came over Sirius and he pinned the Selkie harder against the rock, trailed his fingers from the warm mouth and, hoisting his new possession’s legs up, jammed them into Remus. Remus cried out hoarsely, curling his fingers into the rock as if seeking support or leverage as Sirius stretched and crooked his fingers within him.
“Please - please - ” Remus keened, arching to lick Sirius’s face and place flustered kisses along his mouth and jaw line, hooking one of his legs around his new master’s hips as Sirius began thrusting his fingers in and out of the Selkie’s body - slow and steady at first, but increasing in pace and rhythm as the other man moaned his encouragement, moving his own hips in response.
And then, just as the Selkie believed he couldn’t stand anymore and felt a familiar tightening in his groin, the fisherman removed his fingers - much to the anger of the Selkie who swore and wriggled against him in frustration. But the Selkie did not get a chance to complain for long because the fisherman kissed him - a deep possessive kiss - that only broke for a brief moment for the fisherman to free himself from his trousers, spit into his hand and slick himself with the spittle.
And the fisherman kissed the Selkie again as he pushed into the willing body beneath him, throwing one leg over his elbow as he braced the hand against the solid stone and murmured into the Selkie’s mouth. Then, once the fisherman was in the younger man, they began to move against each other - and they moved slow at first, like the tentative trickle of a stream, before rocking and pulling and pushing against each other like the thunderous ocean waves crashing and dragging itself over the beach before rushing over the sand again and exploding in a white spray.
And through it all, Remus watched the ocean.
- - - - - - - - -
Now, there is never enough space to go into all the details about the relationship of these two, nor is there enough interest in such monotony. Needless to say, after the first time they were together, Sirius brought Remus home and they lived together in relative peace.
That is one version of this tale. The other makes mention of how the fisherman waited until the Selkie was asleep that first night and went and hid Remus’s tail in order to keep them together as long as he desired. And Remus lived alone in that house, except for when Sirius went out to catch fish or when he was brought into town to be flaunted and adored by the fisherman. But Remus was a one of the sea-folk who know how fickle the ocean can be and know the true meaning of patience. So he waited…And he waited and sought contentment where he could and took his pleasure with his lover. However, even in moments of intense happiness (for even I cannot deny that they were happy together in their own way), Remus would always catch sight of the ocean and be reminded of what he had lost.
Needless to say, it was not one month, nor three or six before the Selkie got his tail back. In fact it was a good few years later - when both had reached their peaks of their health and were breaching the cusp beyond.
“I’m going out - we’ll be a few days at most.” Sirius told him and kissed him goodbye - and did more things besides - and left him alone again. He had become a creature of habit since becoming Sirius’ - so this day (cool and fresh and with a sharp wind from the West) he cleaned the house and he washed the clothes in one of the rock pools (tried not to remember that fateful first meeting by the rock pools) and read for a little while and cooked himself some good stew and then walked a little along the length of the beach, until he came up a few children - maybe half his age or so. And he bid them ‘good day’ as manners dictates and the children bid him a good day back before inquiring as the marrings upon his face. Remus laughed, fingering one such scar on his face lightly and said
“I was a clumsy child.”
“Do they not hurt?” Asked one of the children, a girl with curly brown hair and he admitted that they didn’t, not anymore.
“I know you - my father says you live with Sirius.”
“I do…Red hair…Ah, you must be Aiden’s boy, Ronald.” The flame haired boy nodded and continued
“Why do you live with a man?”
“Because he owns me, I suppose.” Remus answered, not wanting to bring up the true reason he was bound to the fisherman. The boy nodded and another, a boy with emerald green eyes, asked,
“Do you not wish for freedom?”
“Of course - but my…Sirius has something that belongs to me that I need in order to be free.”
“What would that be?” The girl asked, cocking her head to the side as if formulating a plan. Remus caught a glint of knowing within their eyes and admitted,
“…A skin, of sorts. Like that of a seal.”
“I have seen him with such a thing - he always looks at it and glares at it before he goes on the ocean - a face like thunder he has when he sees!” A girl laughed, shaking seaweed out of her wavy blond hair. And Remus’s heart gave a leap within in as he shakily inquired
“And do you know where it is he keeps this thing?” The girl nodded and the children ran down the beach, Remus running behind. And after a while, they came to a cove and cried for him to follow him, so he did. Within the cave were a number of maps and bottles of alcohol and trinkets and, lying upon a rock, was a tawny, well-oiled skin mottled with scars and bruises.
The Selkie cried out and indeed wept to see his skin again after so many years and seized it up, thanked the children and ran - laughing and keening all the way back to his dwelling.
And, for Selkies are patient, he waited for five long days before he saw Sirius’s boat upon the horizon and then threw all of his clothes off and ran down to the water’s edge and put his skin on, leaping back into the water and swam out towards the boat.
He reached the boat and found that he didn’t enjoy the look of anguish and realisation upon Sirius’ face as he had imagined he would.
“…I came to say goodbye - I felt it was only right.”
“…You. You can’t leave me Remus!”
“I can, for you broke your promise to me! I swore myself to you honestly and bound myself to you…and you could not even do the same for me,” the Selkie cried back angrily, “Even though I swore-!”
Sirius looked distraught, for the pain was naked upon his face and he seemed aged then - reaching out towards the Selkie. But Remus shook his head.
“I loved you Sirius…Even from that first moment by the pool - and I would have stayed with you until the tides swallow the land and beyond if you had kept your promise. Even if you had returned my skin to me, I would have returned to you. But I see now…I see that no word nor bond of mine would have been good enough. You desired a possession - a trophy to prove your worth and to play with as the desire seized you, not me.” And the Selkie found tears in his eyes as he said this.
“I did, I do love you - I love you Remus - I do- ” Sirius said with a quiver in his voice, as he seized the Selkie from the water by the tops of his arms and kissed him and murmured promises that meant nothing and kissed the tears falling down his lover’s cheeks.
And Remus said naught for there was naught left to say between them…and the fisherman realised this and returned the Selkie to the water and they looked upon each other for a long moment.
And the Selkie gave him a smile - perhaps the truest smile he had ever given the fisherman, and swam back into the depths of the endless blue ocean and the fisherman wept.
So, after 10 pages of text and 14 pages of art equalling about 15 hours work I'm guessing 'Selkie' is done.
Kate~! I hope you like it~~!!!
Once again, thanks to
waxrose, my darling wifey for the beta.A gift for
theleapingmuse on her birthday. This part is only, what, 3 weeks late? *facepalm*Warnings: This part of Selkie contains sex both in the text and the art and hints of a fucked up relationship. And that's the way the original story is. Also the artwork varies. Sometimes it came out how I meant it too and sometimes it didn't.
But it's sequential art and I've never really tried it before except for Blackcest so...here's hoping it's OK, yah?
And much thanks to the song "My number" which the last two days has kicked my ass back into the mindframe of 'Selkie' and its relationship.
[Edit: also NOT REMOTELY DIAL-UP FRIENDLY :DDD]
And so, without further ado....~!
The fisherman kissed the Selkie and pushed him back into the rocks, not caring how hard they slammed against them. The Selkie made a noise of surprise but tightened his grip in Sirius’s shirt and arched his hips up, seeking friction.
Sirius felt the Selkie against his hips and torso and a wild desire rose up in him. Removing his free hand from the back of Remus’s head, he pinned the Selkie to the rock with his knees and, with one hand, carelessly threw the skin back into the rock pool whilst pulling net rope from his pocket. The Selkie cocked his head, panting in a way that betrayed his desire and asked something in his rippling native tongue.
Sirius hushed him and leaned over him again to bind the tops of his arms together with the rope. Remus, who had been distracted by the heat and the friction of the body almost on top of him, realised too late what his fisherman was doing and struggled, writhing and twisting in order to get free. The fisherman growled slightly as he finished tying the knots and leaned back to view his handiwork.
Remus blushed and buried his flushed face into the crook of his shoulder as the fisherman trailed his fingers along his collar-bone, under his chin and down his chest to ghost over a nipple and sweep down along his stomach to splay beneath his bellybutton - his fingers so close to touching Remus that he whimpered and gasped slightly before muttering something Sirius vaguely understood.
“Oh?” He laughed slightly at the Selkie’s startled look before leaning in to Remus again and tracing a path with his eyes along his cheekbone, along the ridge of his nose to his eyes, whispering,
“Are you calling me what I think you are? We have a word for that too Remus, we call them ‘cock-teases’.”
Remus blinked and tried the word,
“…Cock…tease?”
Sirius smiled brilliantly,
“Cock…” and took Remus in hand and squeezed lightly, “tease…” he finished, removing his hand. Remus cried out at the touch and at the loss.
“Please!”
“Please what, Remus?” Sirius asked, ghosting his fingers along the younger man’s legs and hips. Remus tried in vain to arch his hips up against the touch but Sirius still had his lips trapped and cried out in desperation.
“Please - please touch me - please…”
“Ah…but what will you give me if I touch you? What will you give me in return, Remus?” Sirius grinned maliciously and quickly rolled his hips against Remus’s. “Your kind are known for their feckless attitudes.”
“No - no please - please!”
“What. Will. You. Give. Me.”
“Please - please - my word, my bond - my magic.”
“Your magic…? You mean your tail?” Sirius drew back slightly in interest. Remus whimpered again and babbled
“No - my kith and kin - we have magic. We can summon those to us - we can break the bond of language and unwanted bindings upon ourselves and we can forge bonds of air and salt-water and words that cannot be broken unless we wish it and we can make your kind love us and we can talk to our aigean - oh please - please…!”
“Aigean?” Sirius pressed, rolling his hips against Remus’s for a moment.
“Ah…! The ocean, the ocean! Please, please Sirius!”
“Will you stay with me? Will you live with me and belong to me and only me?”
“My tail - return me my tail and I will, I promise, I promise!”
“Ah, so you can leave me when you’ve had your fill of me? I think not.”
“Promise - promise to return my tail to me after a month, after three, after six, just promise to return it to me and I will stay - I swear.”
“Swear it to me - bind it with your magics as you say you can and I will promise to return the tail…” Sirius leaned in and pressed several light kisses to the side of his mouth, to the hollow of his cheek and to the corner of his eye before sucking on the sensitive spot where his ear joined his neck,
“Ah! I swear - ” Remus leaned back and bowed his head, “by mother aigean and the father farraige I twist my life-thread to bind with yours and to be yours until you keep your promise to me or until our threads fray and sever. This I swear to you by my scales and the web of my fingers and the salt of my blood or may the Fae folk of Tir mBeo deny me entry to their blessed land.” And as Remus finished his binding words, there was a moment of silence within the enclosed rocks in which the ocean did not swell or break over the rocks, nor did the gulls cry out nor did the wind rush past their eyes and then all Sirius could hear was his frantic heart and the triplet beat of the Selkie’s heart.
Remus opened his eyes and cast a sorrowful look towards the ocean. Sirius followed his gaze and saw, to his surprise, the heads of several other Selkie’s - one of whom (a redhead) was keening for her lost friend. A bubbling wail torn from Remus’s throat before it calmed into a rushing farewell. The Selkies vanished and Remus looked up into the eyes of his captor.
“I have bound myself to you - now promise me,” Remus said sadly and looked away from him. He understood then, that there was a part of the Selkie that would not be his whilst he could return to the ocean, that Remus would leave as soon as his tail was returned to him. And so, he promised the Selkie,
“I promise to return your tail to you…”, when Oibhe Criona walks upon the water, he thought - for Wise Oibhe was ninety-three and could barely walk the length of herself, never mind walk upon the water. Remus was his.
Remus sighed then - a sound of mixed relief and sorrow and Sirius kissed him again, trailing his fingers along the sensitive scars upon his thighs before trailing them up the length of Remus.
And the sadness vanished from the Selkie’s face, replaced desire and lust as he panted and swore and Sirius, enjoying this, thrust himself against the naked Selkie who moaned before trailing his fingers along Remus’s lower lip. Remus blinked at the fingers for a bewildered moment before taking them in his mouth and suckling on them gently, drawing his tongue up from the knuckle to the fingertip.
And the lusty haze came over Sirius and he pinned the Selkie harder against the rock, trailed his fingers from the warm mouth and, hoisting his new possession’s legs up, jammed them into Remus. Remus cried out hoarsely, curling his fingers into the rock as if seeking support or leverage as Sirius stretched and crooked his fingers within him.
“Please - please - ” Remus keened, arching to lick Sirius’s face and place flustered kisses along his mouth and jaw line, hooking one of his legs around his new master’s hips as Sirius began thrusting his fingers in and out of the Selkie’s body - slow and steady at first, but increasing in pace and rhythm as the other man moaned his encouragement, moving his own hips in response.
And then, just as the Selkie believed he couldn’t stand anymore and felt a familiar tightening in his groin, the fisherman removed his fingers - much to the anger of the Selkie who swore and wriggled against him in frustration. But the Selkie did not get a chance to complain for long because the fisherman kissed him - a deep possessive kiss - that only broke for a brief moment for the fisherman to free himself from his trousers, spit into his hand and slick himself with the spittle.
And the fisherman kissed the Selkie again as he pushed into the willing body beneath him, throwing one leg over his elbow as he braced the hand against the solid stone and murmured into the Selkie’s mouth. Then, once the fisherman was in the younger man, they began to move against each other - and they moved slow at first, like the tentative trickle of a stream, before rocking and pulling and pushing against each other like the thunderous ocean waves crashing and dragging itself over the beach before rushing over the sand again and exploding in a white spray.
And through it all, Remus watched the ocean.
- - - - - - - - -
Now, there is never enough space to go into all the details about the relationship of these two, nor is there enough interest in such monotony. Needless to say, after the first time they were together, Sirius brought Remus home and they lived together in relative peace.
That is one version of this tale. The other makes mention of how the fisherman waited until the Selkie was asleep that first night and went and hid Remus’s tail in order to keep them together as long as he desired. And Remus lived alone in that house, except for when Sirius went out to catch fish or when he was brought into town to be flaunted and adored by the fisherman. But Remus was a one of the sea-folk who know how fickle the ocean can be and know the true meaning of patience. So he waited…And he waited and sought contentment where he could and took his pleasure with his lover. However, even in moments of intense happiness (for even I cannot deny that they were happy together in their own way), Remus would always catch sight of the ocean and be reminded of what he had lost.
Needless to say, it was not one month, nor three or six before the Selkie got his tail back. In fact it was a good few years later - when both had reached their peaks of their health and were breaching the cusp beyond.
“I’m going out - we’ll be a few days at most.” Sirius told him and kissed him goodbye - and did more things besides - and left him alone again. He had become a creature of habit since becoming Sirius’ - so this day (cool and fresh and with a sharp wind from the West) he cleaned the house and he washed the clothes in one of the rock pools (tried not to remember that fateful first meeting by the rock pools) and read for a little while and cooked himself some good stew and then walked a little along the length of the beach, until he came up a few children - maybe half his age or so. And he bid them ‘good day’ as manners dictates and the children bid him a good day back before inquiring as the marrings upon his face. Remus laughed, fingering one such scar on his face lightly and said
“I was a clumsy child.”
“Do they not hurt?” Asked one of the children, a girl with curly brown hair and he admitted that they didn’t, not anymore.
“I know you - my father says you live with Sirius.”
“I do…Red hair…Ah, you must be Aiden’s boy, Ronald.” The flame haired boy nodded and continued
“Why do you live with a man?”
“Because he owns me, I suppose.” Remus answered, not wanting to bring up the true reason he was bound to the fisherman. The boy nodded and another, a boy with emerald green eyes, asked,
“Do you not wish for freedom?”
“Of course - but my…Sirius has something that belongs to me that I need in order to be free.”
“What would that be?” The girl asked, cocking her head to the side as if formulating a plan. Remus caught a glint of knowing within their eyes and admitted,
“…A skin, of sorts. Like that of a seal.”
“I have seen him with such a thing - he always looks at it and glares at it before he goes on the ocean - a face like thunder he has when he sees!” A girl laughed, shaking seaweed out of her wavy blond hair. And Remus’s heart gave a leap within in as he shakily inquired
“And do you know where it is he keeps this thing?” The girl nodded and the children ran down the beach, Remus running behind. And after a while, they came to a cove and cried for him to follow him, so he did. Within the cave were a number of maps and bottles of alcohol and trinkets and, lying upon a rock, was a tawny, well-oiled skin mottled with scars and bruises.
The Selkie cried out and indeed wept to see his skin again after so many years and seized it up, thanked the children and ran - laughing and keening all the way back to his dwelling.
And, for Selkies are patient, he waited for five long days before he saw Sirius’s boat upon the horizon and then threw all of his clothes off and ran down to the water’s edge and put his skin on, leaping back into the water and swam out towards the boat.
He reached the boat and found that he didn’t enjoy the look of anguish and realisation upon Sirius’ face as he had imagined he would.
“…I came to say goodbye - I felt it was only right.”
“…You. You can’t leave me Remus!”
“I can, for you broke your promise to me! I swore myself to you honestly and bound myself to you…and you could not even do the same for me,” the Selkie cried back angrily, “Even though I swore-!”
Sirius looked distraught, for the pain was naked upon his face and he seemed aged then - reaching out towards the Selkie. But Remus shook his head.
“I loved you Sirius…Even from that first moment by the pool - and I would have stayed with you until the tides swallow the land and beyond if you had kept your promise. Even if you had returned my skin to me, I would have returned to you. But I see now…I see that no word nor bond of mine would have been good enough. You desired a possession - a trophy to prove your worth and to play with as the desire seized you, not me.” And the Selkie found tears in his eyes as he said this.
“I did, I do love you - I love you Remus - I do- ” Sirius said with a quiver in his voice, as he seized the Selkie from the water by the tops of his arms and kissed him and murmured promises that meant nothing and kissed the tears falling down his lover’s cheeks.
And Remus said naught for there was naught left to say between them…and the fisherman realised this and returned the Selkie to the water and they looked upon each other for a long moment.
And the Selkie gave him a smile - perhaps the truest smile he had ever given the fisherman, and swam back into the depths of the endless blue ocean and the fisherman wept.
So, after 10 pages of text and 14 pages of art equalling about 15 hours work I'm guessing 'Selkie' is done.
Kate~! I hope you like it~~!!!
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Date: 2006-03-18 03:28 am (UTC)The story was brilliant and the art...it just comes alive. *hugs* So good, wifey.
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Date: 2006-03-18 08:14 pm (UTC)The story isn't mine, so I can't claim it's brilliance, ha ha ha~! Is the art OK then? I have a funny feeling I should redo the last few ones when Remus is in the ocean....
Thanks sweetie~! ♥ ♥ ♥ for you love!
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Date: 2006-03-18 09:13 pm (UTC)BUT ERICA LIKEY!!!! ♥
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Date: 2006-03-18 09:51 pm (UTC)ERICA LIKEY - KAT LIKEY. KAT SMASH :DDD
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Date: 2006-03-18 09:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-19 12:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-18 04:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-18 08:19 pm (UTC)...
RUM AND FUCKING VODKA? Are you WISE, woman? ONLY THE IRISH CAN HANDLE MIXING THEIR ALCOHOL IN SUCH RANDOM WAYS!!
....Please tell me you had mixers and that the rum wasn't the vodka mixer?
Gawd please you my drunken darling~! ♥
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Date: 2006-03-18 05:26 am (UTC)Interestingly, our satellite provider is giving us a free movie channel weekend, and I watched Prisoner of Azkaban right before seeing this post. XD
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Date: 2006-03-18 08:23 pm (UTC)That is quite awesome really...:D
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Date: 2006-03-20 02:29 am (UTC)daughter!It was weird, the timing of that movie. XD Since then, I've also seen most of Chamber of Secrets, but PoA was MUCH more fitting for a Remus/Sirius!story.
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Date: 2006-03-18 06:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-18 08:24 pm (UTC):D
Ahhhh I can't believe I drew half of this!!!
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Date: 2006-03-19 12:29 am (UTC)Aw, why not? Can't believe how much you drew, or the subject matter, or...??
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Date: 2006-03-19 12:32 am (UTC)Um...both I guess? I mean, it's about 14 pages in total and also I've never thought I could do the sorta sequential art thing...or the sex thing...or the two boys thing...There's a whole load of things really. ^_^
...*stares in wonder*
Date: 2006-03-19 09:01 am (UTC)You got me all teary-eyed with this Selkie story.
And isn't it kind of hot in here? *tries to look away from the pictures and fails*
Yay. I'm going to Hell.
Who's going with me? =^^=
...*stares in wonder*
Date: 2006-03-19 09:02 am (UTC)You got me all teary-eyed with this Selkie story.
And isn't it kind of hot in here? *tries to look away from the pictures and fails*
Yay. I'm going to Hell.
Who's going with me? =^^=
Re: ...*stares in wonder*
Date: 2006-03-20 02:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-21 04:20 pm (UTC)This was fantastic and beautiful and OMG SIRIUS AND REMUS AND AN IRISH STORY AND THE GORGEOUS ARTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. :D :D :D :D
I love love love love it. Thank you so much!! :D :D :D
Re: ...*stares in wonder*
Date: 2006-03-22 01:38 am (UTC):D I AM SO FUCKING GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!
:DDD You are so SO welcome, darling! ♥
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Date: 2006-03-22 09:33 am (UTC)Caught me and tugged and didn't let go. @_@