even though i am probably posting too much would-be fic as it is--

[ambientlight]

meme: comment with two characters and i will write their first ____.the original meme called for their first kiss, but feel free to suggest their first conversation/cup of tea/after-office drink/trip together/death-defying adventure/literature lesson/steeplechase/game of chess/whatever. or their first kiss, if you'd rather

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[xsmoonshine]

Hm...

How's about Ginko and Adashino, first sale? Take it away.

*thinks* That's a little ambiguous. *is suddenly struck by AU notion involving shopping*

[ambientlight]

it was not worth the wait. i apologise. ;____;

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"It's nothing serious," the doctor said at last, and began to bandage Ginko's ankle. "Best if you didn't walk very much for the next few weeks, though."

"I'm not sure that's possible. Not all mushishi have the luxury of a-- what?" Ginko asked, slightly alarmed, as the doctor looked up with a sharp intake of breath and shock in his eyes. "It's not broken, is it?"

"You're a mushishi?"

"Yes, as it so happens. Wait, so--"

"I'm Adashino. Pleased to meet you. Now, as a doctor, I must firmly recommend that you remain off your feet for at least the next few days. If you can't find accommodation in the village, I happen to have spare rooms. Several. And--" the authoritative tone faltered, but just for a moment "--if you could tell me more about your job, or show me some of the instruments that you use, I might have a better idea of the appropriate medical treatment."

Well, thought Ginko, as Adashino went on about how this was pure professional curiosity, nothing more, but come to think

[xsmoonshine]

Aw, is cute. Poor Adashino, desperate for any titbit on mushi.

(XD)

*is even slower*

[ambientlight]

eheh. ^_^;; i realise too late that i kind of wrote around your prompt - -sorry! i imagine the first sale would have taken place without much bargaining on adashino's part, though; it's not until much later that adashino realises ginko's conman nature. :D

[feliciter]

Heimdall and Loki, first meeting post-(manga)"Ragnarok"

[ambientlight]

i am cheerfully going to assume that heimdall (and, by extension, narugami) eventually regained his kakusei form, because it'd be rather sad otherwise. also, i am incapable of rationalising heimdall and freyr's mecha madness at the end of the maloki manga, so i cheerfully pretend that it did not happen. or something.

and... i apologise for the lack of 'shipping-ness.

If Loki had been expecting to meet anyone (and he couldn't say that he had; mortality does little for one's optimism) then it would certainly not have been Heimdall. And not here, not like this -- Heimdall glances at Loki's rundown accommodation before looking back at Loki, head tilted slightly, and it takes a few seconds for Loki to recognise the expression. There is triumph, yes, and Loki does not resent that. But there's also the ghost of what could almost be pity, and that is galling

[feliciter]

thankyouthankyou! it is so long and shiny *_*
Loki's thoughts and their interaction feels very IC, even in their altered states.
Poor Loki (though that seems to be de rigeur in any post-manga situation).
Heimdall gets to win in a way, for once?.

kou-chan and kyouya! wasn't expecting that >_< may take quite a while, apologies

[ambientlight]

thankyouthankyou! it is so long and shiny *_*
i... i cannot tell if you are mocking my usual response to fic. >_.

but i am glad if you think it feels IC! post-series loki lacks a certain cockiness, and post-series heimdall lacks the anger, so i found it a bit odd writing them.

Heimdall gets to win in a way, for once?.
until he enters the house and fenrir mauls his ankles, yes. ^_^

[shanell]

jack sparrow + barbossa

first battle of the skillz (any skillz)

sorry pirates fever >_

[ambientlight]

eunice, you are cruel. CRUEL.

but then, i am unable to write swashbuckling action, so perhaps we are even.

They grin mirthlessly at each other in the cramped cabin. The flickering lantern-light draws shivering shadows across their faces, across the determined grips of their hands on metal; and then Jack slumps sideways off his chair and hits the wooden floor with a muffled and vaguely damp thud, empty pewter tankard still clasped in his hand.

"Haven't met a captain that I couldn't drink under the table," Barbossa says to himself, and cheerfully requisitions the remaining bottles of rum.

[shanell]

AWWW HE WILL WAKE UP AND THE RUM WILL BE GONE!

ahahhahaha (Y)