[Fic] Happy New Year. Here's a second set, a remainder of 2006

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Here's a second set of random drabbles and prompts written (mostly) for Serena. The first set was from a prompt given to me by rondaview that I could never properly wrap my brain around. I managed three much too short responses, but perhaps sometime I will finish the rest. I'd been meaning to post this for ages, but as always, too many errors, too short an

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[koba_sama]

You could breath in the viridescent aura in the air; the sickly sweetness of the jaundiced crowds. No more ti adoro, no longer ti amo --- he's gone; face a worn out mess and yet that Judas smile. Yet that short wave and expectant nod.

Oh, Sheva. I don't know. Reading your stuff makes me more aware that they're real and some are struggling and disillusioned and then I feel somewhat guilty for writing them and perhaps for wishing for some of them to fail miserably. I don't know.

I still love the Fernando one the best. Your writing tends to raise a kind of quiet, introspective awareness in me about football, like with the prompt last time about Hernan.

There were no proxies, no grace period for mourning, no time to wash away vitriolic emotions; he was known for his ready smiles, but more than ever there was reason for being caustic.

Oddly, I think this was my favorite line.

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I'M REPLYING TO OLD COMMENTS BECAUSE I FINISHED MY CALC HOMEWORK BEFORE 1AM. LOL.

Oh, Serena. You know I wish I could stretch out these particular ones. I re-read them and there are lines that I love and I stop second guessing myself so much. Especially when I read the comments that you leave for my writing. I know we talk in person, but somehow having a solid, visible thing to look at is very calming. I don't know.

I'm fascinated by Fernando's legs. They're so long and that pleases me. Even if he's still a little shit.