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[ithildin]

If you write fic, original or fanfic, share a favourite passage, scene, or bit of dialogue that you've written. It doesn't necessarily have to be from what might be your favourite story over all, just something you've written that stands out for you as something you thought really came out well, that made you laugh, made you cry, or that you just damn well like! (any genre or type) (slash/het/gen/or something in between) A bit about why you like it would be nice to, though not a requirement. And a link to the story would be lovely:) Yeah, I'm demanding!

You have your assignment! Now go!

(yes, I'll share mine at some point) (but I'm more interested in what you all come up with)

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from "Not So Much a Flavor as a Color: Blue"

[darthhellokitty.livejournal.com]

The first rays of the sun, tinged with blue, were piercing the horizon as Bail Blaine Garu, Spare Prince of Eab Nanoorn, slipped into his room. At this point in his life, it was less of a problem to be away for four days than to be caught returning, so he kept the seaside door to his rooms well-oiled and the servants well-bribed. What his mother did not know would not hurt her, and it would certainly make his life easier. Thank all the little gods she didn't read the holotabs.

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking loose a hail of glitter. He needed to spend some time on his hair. Tomorrow. Right now, undress and wind down and let sleep carry away the exhaustion and the ringing in his ears.

Blaine toed off his shoes, little blue boots with heels; they'd been a lot more comfortable when he'd left the house. Socks. Somewhere between Barricades and the first party after the show, he'd lost his socks.

He pulled his shirt off over his head. More times than he could remember, in the last few days: hands up and a tug and a faceful of sky-blue silk, and then someone or other looking really pleased. This time, himself, reflected in the slightly clouded full-length mirror that had been in these rooms since the rooms had been there: himself, pleased, sleepy, with a little of yesterday's eyeliner. That had always been a good look for him.

Blaine is sort of a strange character; for one thing, his looks and name came from a doll (see icon). He lives so far out in the fringes of the Star Wars galaxy that he might as well be in an original universe, if it weren't for his mother importing Kourt, a shapeshifting Jedi, to look after him. Kourt was hiperbunny's character from a completely different project (and ANOTHER OMC drawn from Cort in TQatD!) and we collaborated on stories about them for several years. We aren't writing together anymore, and in retrospect Blaine is SUCH A SUE OMG, but I still like him.

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[captnofmyheart.livejournal.com]

OMG!!

I loved it !! Especially the Cort/Kourt reference!

I hope this wont offend you but I saw the name Blaine and the 80s girl in me went "Blaine?! That's not a name...that's a major appliance!"

Name that movie...

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[darthhellokitty.livejournal.com]

I had to LOOK IT UP... glad you liked the story though.

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[ithildyn.livejournal.com]

Okay, that was just great! The visuals that accompanied reading were very... unique!