Fannish stuff and not at all fannish stuff

[darcydodo]

Lindsey! Lindsey! Squee! That is so fucking cool!!!! On the flipside of things, there wasn't nearly enough Dru, especially for the amount of hype there was in the preview. But Lindsey's got cool evil tattoo things all over his body and his room and he's just one big hunk of magical markerings. Well, that kind of hunk, too. But I meant in terms of a large amount of. There are all sorts of questions now about Eve vs. the Senior Partners vs. the dealie with the cyborgs vs. the envelopes vs. everything else.... I so want to know what Lindsey's been doing all this time. Wow.

OK, enough fannish stuff; now, for something completely different. No, really, because this morning I wrote an entirely non-fandom-based drabble; it's for the current picture at picturefic.

Faded Memories

Ten years later, and he was gone. He'd been gone for much of that ten years, actually, but it was ten years since he'd given her the flower and she'd pressed it between the fragile paper leaves of the heavy book. Later, shelved it during a flurry of organization and forgot about the carnation lurking between its pages, engraving itself onto lines of prose and verse. A Midsummer-Night's Dream, act two, scene one, and it was ironic really, because all she wanted to do was forget. She pressed the heel of her palm against her forehead, tried not to cry.