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tourdefierceTitle: annihilation
Pairing: Karl/Chris
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: RPS, angst, drug use
Word Count: 1700ish
Disclaimer: This is lies, obviously.
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roflolmaomg. Some parts stolen from Dancer from the Dance.
It's the little things, in the end, that drive Chris mad.
There is nothing in this void that makes sense, not between the two of them... not now. But the moments blur together and grow, festering like an open wound.
It's infected, he knows. It's going to cost him.
He takes a deep breath in the darkness of his room, listening to Karl's breath beside him and tries not to be swallowed up inside the man's lungs.
He tries not to want it, to burrow deep inside Karl and never come out. It's heartbeats. It's vanity. It's absolution.
<3<3<3
It's their first meeting alone, coffee at the corner down from the studio. The place is unfamiliar but it's common ground. Not that they need even footing but Chris has sweaty palms and feels shaky in uncertainty. Sure, him and Zach have chemistry but they knew that before the readings. If JJ decided to take the Kirk and Bones directions he'd been talking about, him and Karl would be essential.
They would have to work.
Chris is early, tucked into the corner of the shop with his notebooks and script excerpts spread around him like an army of words. A buffer between him and Karl, who everyone says is wonderful but Chris knows full well that he's kind of a dick himself. How will he compare to Karl's open smile and the curl of his Kiwi accent around words that Chris keeps as his own for so long?
He watches through the window as Karl slips out of his cab, all graceful limbs and strides with confidence Chris left in the literature wing of Berkley. He's covered in laid back style, loose jeans and a button up that doesn't quite cover the lean line of his collar bone.
Chris is disarmed by his smile. It's wide and raw, so unlike anything in Hollywood these days. It reminds him of his mother's smile, twenty years back in the black and white head shots that speak not of mystery but of youth. It's enough to knock the breath out of him and rattle all his preparations.
He is defenseless in the face of this charming man.
'Hey Chris," Karl says softly and leans down to Chris' still body to hug him. It's an awkward angle but Karl makes it work somehow, with long arms that radiate heat from underneath the long-sleeved cotton.
Chris melts into the hug, utterly devastated.
<3<3<3
Friendship is a funny line that Chris can't walk.
Zach laughs when Chris can't seem to control himself, watching Karl prowl around the set and be completely oblivious to the world he has created around him. Chris hates him for everything that digs sharply into Chris' chest and leaves him white knuckled and hopeless.
"He's rather charming, isn't he?" Zach comments idly but Chris knows how readable he is to Zach. He's not completely delusional.
"Fuck off," Chris mutters and tries to burry himself into his latest attainable obsession.
<3<3<3
Karl leaves his script in Chris' trailer and Chris manages not to look inside, even though he is itching to thumb through the pages with Karl's scrawled hand writing. Instead, he picks it up and walks the twenty steps to Karl's trailer.
There is a picture of a koala on the door and Chris whimpers. Who is that cute? Who is that fucking adorable and disarming and fucking wonderful?
"Karl?" Chris knocks and pushes open the door to find Karl fiddling with the small stove unit in the even smaller trailer.
"Hey, Chris!" Karl says brightly, barely turning from flipping what Chris smells as bacon. They have a catering trailer, with dozens of cooks who are head over heels for Karl and would happily cook him bacon in exchange for a smile all their own.
Instead, Karl is cooking bacon in his trailer for no apparent reason other than he wants to.
"I'm making bacon." Karl states obviously when Chris closes the door behind him, fighting the urge to burry his face in the open curve of Karl's neck. "You hungry?"
You have no idea, Chris thinks.
"Sure, if you made enough," Chris says instead while Karl smiles and wipes his brow.
I'm hungry for so much more than food, Chris thinks as he sinks into the couch and dreams of his hands on Karl's hips and the gentle curve of skin that covers his elbow, exposed by the roll of his sleeves.
<3<3<3
It's a cast party at Zach house, full of pretentious people with skinny jeans and large glasses who talk about books they haven't read but pretend they have and sip wine like it's champagne, even though Chris knows it came out of box.
The LA heat is oppressive and Chris escapes to the balcony, the tea lights around him mock his swooning. And that is exactly what he's doing, swooning over a gorgeous married man who doesn't have any interest in what Chris has to offer. (He catalogs the scars of his face, the freckles on his shoulders, the weight of his arms, the count of his ribs and totals them. He keeps them in a book, just incase someone comes looking.)
He's dying for a cigarette, anything to pull his shit together for him. But his pack is inside and the need to be away from everyone in that room is too much to go back in. In the end, he just leans against the railing and wonders if walking home now would be too obvious.
He's contemplating texting Zach to come rescue him from himself when Karl steps out on the balcony, joint between his lips and a smile that is leaning towards feral on his mouth.
Chris watches him with hooded eyes. He looks incredibly dashing tonight but Karl doesn't say a word just settles close, their bodies touching from shoulder to elbow.
The heat is oppressive.
Karl lights and inhales, the smell is sweet and pungent in the air as the joint smokes lightly at the end. Chris is too captivated by Karl's face, eyes cloaked in pleasure as he holds the smoke in his lungs. His lips are pursed and Chris licks his own, fighting the envy he holds for the joint, for the smoke, for the air that Karl gets to possess without asking.
Karl exhales and Chris stares at him through the haze of smoke, his eyes are a startling hazel and even though Karl is offering the joint to Chris, he can't seem to move.
A small huff of laughter rolls out of Karl and he takes a second drag before cupping his free hand to the curl of Chris' jaw. The contact burns hot and slick. Chris' lips part and Karl swoops in, pressing his lips to slide and lock against Chris' so that he can push the smoke out with his tongue, letting it curl and spiral into Chris' lungs until he can't breath anything in but Karl: Karl on his lips, soft and commanding; Karl's pot, sweet and devastating; Karl's tongue, dominating but endearing; Karl's desire, pooling and hostile; KarlKarlKarlKarl...
<3<3<3
Their naked, sheets twisted somewhere at the base of the bed. Chris is riding a high, unbelievably high above him in a world that he can feel tangible in. But not here, not here in this place where all that matters is Karl.
Karl is pressing tiny kisses long the inside of Chris' calf, rubbing his nose in their cooling sweat. It's disgusting but lovely and Chris feels sloppy in his happiness. Weightless in the palm of Karl's capable hands.
"Well," Karl says. "I do love you."
"Don't talk dirty," Chris replies breathlessly. His spine arching under Karl's commanding army of kisses that are gathering in the crannies of his knee.
"But I do love you," Karl whispers with a smile.
Chris pauses, the sweet reality of Karl's smile pushing away his thoughts. Happiness takes root in the base of his spine and Chris surrenders, his white flag already waving in the face of Karl's total invasion.
"Would you carry my child?" Chris asks playfully.
Karl swallows him whole.
<3<3<3
Karl's children build a fort in Chris' living room. It's pinned up with binder clips from abandoned scripts and all the blankets he owns are used in the construction.
They have long since left, their tiny feet a flurry of action and adventure as they are whisked away by John and his wife to get ice-cream.
Chris lies on his stomach, face buried in blankets that smell like them. It's comfortable and dangerous and Chris feels under siege in the fort in his living room.
"Thanks for letting them take over your living room," Karl says sleepily. The pleasure of the entire day shows on his face, open and happy.
"Mmmhmm," Chris hums because he has nothing left to say.
Karl has stolen all his words, eaten them like a hungry warrior, teeth shining in the light.
Words of your own, Chris thinks, are for the pleasure-seekers in life, so bent on pleasure that they pass right by happiness in its quiet existence right here in this fort, heavy linens all around them and Karl's pleased face next to his. Out of the corner of his vision, Chris sees Karl close his eyes to take deep breaths.
Chris turns on his back to free his hand until he can wiggle it around Karl's wrists. They are shackled. They are owned. They are used for love. They are conquered.
<3<3<3
Pairing: Karl/Chris
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: RPS, angst, drug use
Word Count: 1700ish
Disclaimer: This is lies, obviously.
A/N: This is for
roflolmaomg. Some parts stolen from Dancer from the Dance. It's the little things, in the end, that drive Chris mad.
There is nothing in this void that makes sense, not between the two of them... not now. But the moments blur together and grow, festering like an open wound.
It's infected, he knows. It's going to cost him.
He takes a deep breath in the darkness of his room, listening to Karl's breath beside him and tries not to be swallowed up inside the man's lungs.
He tries not to want it, to burrow deep inside Karl and never come out. It's heartbeats. It's vanity. It's absolution.
It's their first meeting alone, coffee at the corner down from the studio. The place is unfamiliar but it's common ground. Not that they need even footing but Chris has sweaty palms and feels shaky in uncertainty. Sure, him and Zach have chemistry but they knew that before the readings. If JJ decided to take the Kirk and Bones directions he'd been talking about, him and Karl would be essential.
They would have to work.
Chris is early, tucked into the corner of the shop with his notebooks and script excerpts spread around him like an army of words. A buffer between him and Karl, who everyone says is wonderful but Chris knows full well that he's kind of a dick himself. How will he compare to Karl's open smile and the curl of his Kiwi accent around words that Chris keeps as his own for so long?
He watches through the window as Karl slips out of his cab, all graceful limbs and strides with confidence Chris left in the literature wing of Berkley. He's covered in laid back style, loose jeans and a button up that doesn't quite cover the lean line of his collar bone.
Chris is disarmed by his smile. It's wide and raw, so unlike anything in Hollywood these days. It reminds him of his mother's smile, twenty years back in the black and white head shots that speak not of mystery but of youth. It's enough to knock the breath out of him and rattle all his preparations.
He is defenseless in the face of this charming man.
'Hey Chris," Karl says softly and leans down to Chris' still body to hug him. It's an awkward angle but Karl makes it work somehow, with long arms that radiate heat from underneath the long-sleeved cotton.
Chris melts into the hug, utterly devastated.
Friendship is a funny line that Chris can't walk.
Zach laughs when Chris can't seem to control himself, watching Karl prowl around the set and be completely oblivious to the world he has created around him. Chris hates him for everything that digs sharply into Chris' chest and leaves him white knuckled and hopeless.
"He's rather charming, isn't he?" Zach comments idly but Chris knows how readable he is to Zach. He's not completely delusional.
"Fuck off," Chris mutters and tries to burry himself into his latest attainable obsession.
Karl leaves his script in Chris' trailer and Chris manages not to look inside, even though he is itching to thumb through the pages with Karl's scrawled hand writing. Instead, he picks it up and walks the twenty steps to Karl's trailer.
There is a picture of a koala on the door and Chris whimpers. Who is that cute? Who is that fucking adorable and disarming and fucking wonderful?
"Karl?" Chris knocks and pushes open the door to find Karl fiddling with the small stove unit in the even smaller trailer.
"Hey, Chris!" Karl says brightly, barely turning from flipping what Chris smells as bacon. They have a catering trailer, with dozens of cooks who are head over heels for Karl and would happily cook him bacon in exchange for a smile all their own.
Instead, Karl is cooking bacon in his trailer for no apparent reason other than he wants to.
"I'm making bacon." Karl states obviously when Chris closes the door behind him, fighting the urge to burry his face in the open curve of Karl's neck. "You hungry?"
You have no idea, Chris thinks.
"Sure, if you made enough," Chris says instead while Karl smiles and wipes his brow.
I'm hungry for so much more than food, Chris thinks as he sinks into the couch and dreams of his hands on Karl's hips and the gentle curve of skin that covers his elbow, exposed by the roll of his sleeves.
It's a cast party at Zach house, full of pretentious people with skinny jeans and large glasses who talk about books they haven't read but pretend they have and sip wine like it's champagne, even though Chris knows it came out of box.
The LA heat is oppressive and Chris escapes to the balcony, the tea lights around him mock his swooning. And that is exactly what he's doing, swooning over a gorgeous married man who doesn't have any interest in what Chris has to offer. (He catalogs the scars of his face, the freckles on his shoulders, the weight of his arms, the count of his ribs and totals them. He keeps them in a book, just incase someone comes looking.)
He's dying for a cigarette, anything to pull his shit together for him. But his pack is inside and the need to be away from everyone in that room is too much to go back in. In the end, he just leans against the railing and wonders if walking home now would be too obvious.
He's contemplating texting Zach to come rescue him from himself when Karl steps out on the balcony, joint between his lips and a smile that is leaning towards feral on his mouth.
Chris watches him with hooded eyes. He looks incredibly dashing tonight but Karl doesn't say a word just settles close, their bodies touching from shoulder to elbow.
The heat is oppressive.
Karl lights and inhales, the smell is sweet and pungent in the air as the joint smokes lightly at the end. Chris is too captivated by Karl's face, eyes cloaked in pleasure as he holds the smoke in his lungs. His lips are pursed and Chris licks his own, fighting the envy he holds for the joint, for the smoke, for the air that Karl gets to possess without asking.
Karl exhales and Chris stares at him through the haze of smoke, his eyes are a startling hazel and even though Karl is offering the joint to Chris, he can't seem to move.
A small huff of laughter rolls out of Karl and he takes a second drag before cupping his free hand to the curl of Chris' jaw. The contact burns hot and slick. Chris' lips part and Karl swoops in, pressing his lips to slide and lock against Chris' so that he can push the smoke out with his tongue, letting it curl and spiral into Chris' lungs until he can't breath anything in but Karl: Karl on his lips, soft and commanding; Karl's pot, sweet and devastating; Karl's tongue, dominating but endearing; Karl's desire, pooling and hostile; KarlKarlKarlKarl...
Their naked, sheets twisted somewhere at the base of the bed. Chris is riding a high, unbelievably high above him in a world that he can feel tangible in. But not here, not here in this place where all that matters is Karl.
Karl is pressing tiny kisses long the inside of Chris' calf, rubbing his nose in their cooling sweat. It's disgusting but lovely and Chris feels sloppy in his happiness. Weightless in the palm of Karl's capable hands.
"Well," Karl says. "I do love you."
"Don't talk dirty," Chris replies breathlessly. His spine arching under Karl's commanding army of kisses that are gathering in the crannies of his knee.
"But I do love you," Karl whispers with a smile.
Chris pauses, the sweet reality of Karl's smile pushing away his thoughts. Happiness takes root in the base of his spine and Chris surrenders, his white flag already waving in the face of Karl's total invasion.
"Would you carry my child?" Chris asks playfully.
Karl swallows him whole.
Karl's children build a fort in Chris' living room. It's pinned up with binder clips from abandoned scripts and all the blankets he owns are used in the construction.
They have long since left, their tiny feet a flurry of action and adventure as they are whisked away by John and his wife to get ice-cream.
Chris lies on his stomach, face buried in blankets that smell like them. It's comfortable and dangerous and Chris feels under siege in the fort in his living room.
"Thanks for letting them take over your living room," Karl says sleepily. The pleasure of the entire day shows on his face, open and happy.
"Mmmhmm," Chris hums because he has nothing left to say.
Karl has stolen all his words, eaten them like a hungry warrior, teeth shining in the light.
Words of your own, Chris thinks, are for the pleasure-seekers in life, so bent on pleasure that they pass right by happiness in its quiet existence right here in this fort, heavy linens all around them and Karl's pleased face next to his. Out of the corner of his vision, Chris sees Karl close his eyes to take deep breaths.
Chris turns on his back to free his hand until he can wiggle it around Karl's wrists. They are shackled. They are owned. They are used for love. They are conquered.
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Date: 2010-07-07 12:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-07 12:43 am (UTC)ps. working on your mix. you fucking minx.
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Date: 2010-07-07 12:47 am (UTC)But I totally did read.
and ps i am excite! :D
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Date: 2010-07-07 12:51 am (UTC)You're too sweet and delusional but they both work in my favor. Come by later and I'll have a mix for you when you're more coherent to comment and I'm not tired of doing coding.
; )
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Date: 2010-07-25 04:49 pm (UTC)Now, I know it's just fanfiction, and you're going to disclaim and be modesty and guffaw no matter what I say, but. You have serious, serious juju in your possession. Your brain, it is good with the words. Understatement. Understatement.
How will he compare to Karl's open smile and the curl of his Kiwi accent around words that Chris keeps as his own for so long?
the tea lights around him mock his swooning.
"Well," Karl says. "I do love you."
"Don't talk dirty," Chris replies breathlessly. His spine arching under Karl's commanding army of kisses that are gathering in the crannies of his knee.
vKarl has stolen all his words, eaten them like a hungry warrior, teeth shining in the light.
Words of your own, Chris thinks, are for the pleasure-seekers in life, so bent on pleasure that they pass right by happiness in its quiet existence right here in this fort, heavy linens all around them and Karl's pleased face next to his. Out of the corner of his vision, Chris sees Karl close his eyes to take deep breaths.
Chris turns on his back to free his hand until he can wiggle it around Karl's wrists. They are shackled. They are owned. They are used for love. They are conquered.
Yeah, seriously. We are so, so fucking blessed to have you around.
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Date: 2010-07-26 02:31 am (UTC)I LOVE IT WHEN YOU COMPLIMENT ME. I BLUSH AND WANT TO MAKE OUT WITH YOUR FACE.
Thank you so much. I adore you. I'm glad you enjoyed it, especially those lines. It makes me so happy when people pick things out that they felt were moving. It's so hard to write when you're not sure where your strong points stands.
I'm blessed to be here. I hope you like the next one in this "series". I mean, it's not a series but it has THEMES. Yes. Well. I'm glad you're back. And I'm glad you finished your
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Date: 2010-08-03 12:29 am (UTC)Ain't that the damn truth. Which is why I try to leave comments with quotes and deets like that... which is why it takes me so long to leave comments, lol. LE SIGH.
I CANNOT WAIT. For anything from you. Ever. I've even read your Merlin ones, despite having NO idea what the hell's going on. XB
I am excited to write more Urbine tooooooo. Too bad I need to, like, balance my checkbook and clean my room and uh be a grown up. >.>
edited for typos lol shameface
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Date: 2010-08-03 07:24 pm (UTC)YOU ARE SO ADORABLE. I can't believe you read the Merlin ones. You're wonderful. I just finished a 50K Merlin/Arthur that is a Glory-Hole RomCom. LOL. OH MY. But here's the link to a story in the same Urbine series: It has to do with words and THINGS (http://tourdefierce.livejournal.com/79526.html).
Being a grown up sucks. Quit because I WANT MORE URBINE FROM YOU.
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Date: 2010-08-08 11:46 am (UTC)through means to which I will never admitthat AUs from fandoms I know nothing about are actually rather awesome. They're long and plotty and explain the characters lol. Anyways. Um. yes. Urbine. I will be commenting on that fic today. ^^ And maybe write some. Or maybe I'll just spend all afternoon rearranging the pictures on my hard drive. These days, who knows. XBno subject
Date: 2010-07-07 12:22 am (UTC)Friendship is a funny line that Chris can't walk. all the way to "Fuck off," Chris mutters and tries to burry himself into his latest attainable obsession. is goldgoldgold even though this whole fucking thing is platinum and i'd like to encase it in diamonds to hang around my neck forever.
"I'm making bacon." Karl states obviously when Chris closes the door behind him, fighting the urge to burry his face in the open curve of Karl's neck is basically how i feel, too, when someone is making bacon and the last line of that section is insanely accurate, too. listen, i fucking love bacon.
this It's a cast party at Zach house, full of pretentious people with skinny jeans and large glasses who talk about books they haven't read but pretend they have and sip wine like it's champagne, even though Chris knows it came out of box. had me laughing out loud so stupid i almost fell off the bed and there were donkey noises and it wasn't pretty, but i'm still happy you make me do it. idek how you knew or maybe you didn't but shotgunning is like, one of the hottest things for me to read in a fic because i find it insanely hot irl, and i love that you just put pot in there and it's horrible because we're terrible at sobriety but beautiful because we understand.
It's disgusting but lovely and Chris feels sloppy in his happiness. yeah.
i don't even know what to do with "Well," Karl says. "I do love you." "Don't talk dirty," Chris replies breathlessly because that is gorgeous and desperate in ways i can't entirely handle and it makes me want to curl up in my closet with my feet against the wall and play this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PhxVbiNXHXw) until i melt.
you fucking included john cho and kids and ice cream and that deserves a huge make out session, can i just marry you every day and we'll ride bikes and make bad origami and paint rocks and make fanmixes until our eyes bleed? i'm going to roll around in this fic for pretty much ever and i have to let you know my standards are now even more unbelievably high than they already were, i'm seriously going to be alone forever because of chris and this fic and how it's exactly everything i want but know i won't get.
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Date: 2010-07-07 12:50 am (UTC)1. I thought of you the entire time, especially in the first part. You've been struggling a lot this year and I wanted something that shows you that, bitch, you are completely alone in those feelings 100% of the time.
2. BACON. The end.
3. You liked the boxed whine, yeah? Hehe. I'm glad. Because I was just thinking about us, partying and there would definitely be boxed wine and pot and stupid intellectual talk. Plus, Zach is a hipster at heart. He will always be one.
4. Shotgunning: is one of the hottest things, either in real life or in fic but whenever I read it I think of you. we're terrible at sobriety but beautiful because we understand-this is beautiful.
5. That song. Iron and Wine just wrenches your heart open. I saw them live. BUT THAT SONG, GUH THAT SONG IS SO PERFECT FOR THIS.
6. Yes, let's make out forever and then get married and possibly eat a lot of bacon. I'm really glad you enjoyed it because as I was writing it, it was purely for you. OBVIOUSLY, since it's so coated with references to your entries and to you. Seriously, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
i'm seriously going to be alone forever because of chris and this fic and how it's exactly everything i want but know i won't get. : I know, bb. Me too.
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Date: 2010-07-07 01:23 am (UTC)2. SO MUCH BACON.
3. 'stupid intellectual talk' is both accurate and probably exactly what everyone else on set thinks of chris and zach whenever they open their mouths, and zach is a hipster at heart and soul and dick and face, really.
4. GOOD, BECAUSE SHOTGUNNING IS SEXY AND I'M SEXY, SITTING HERE STUFFING MY FACE WITH BOXED MACARONI AND no u, ur beautiful.
5. right? especially 'love is a fragile word'. i'm super jealous you saw them live, like rip-out-my-own-teeth jealous, because i want sam beam to sing me to sleep every night of my life, but also \o/ awesome for you.
6. so basically this fic is a giant throbbing love letter and it's making me so happy, big dumb smile kind of happy and i saved it to my hard drive and i'm probably going to get it tattooed on my ass.
also i'd really, really like to write fic for you, not because you wrote it for me but because i like you.
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Date: 2010-07-07 04:19 am (UTC)I went to see Iron and Wine in Denver but it was blizzarding so it just ended up that just sam beam was there and it was this super intimate acoustic concert that had me crying. Literally. It was so emotional and amazing. I can't even explain to you how epic it was.
It is a bit like a gigantic love letter! I'm awesome at those. Please get it tattooed on your ass, especially the slashy bits. FOR SURE.
Fic from you is always glorious, even when it's not for me. DUH. Plus, you wrote me personal fic... in a letter. EPIC. Anyway, enjoy your fic and your evening. I need to figure out what to write for
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Date: 2010-07-07 04:21 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and commenting, bb.
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Date: 2010-07-07 07:33 am (UTC)The language, the angst, and the oh so easy way they fall in love - just .... *flails a bit*
LOVE it :D
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Date: 2010-07-07 04:20 pm (UTC)Thanks for stopping by to read and comment!
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Date: 2010-07-07 01:29 pm (UTC)*sighs happily*
Beautifully done!
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Date: 2010-07-07 04:21 pm (UTC)Thanks for stopping by and commenting love.
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Date: 2010-07-07 02:30 pm (UTC)BRB DYING FROM THE BEAUTY
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Date: 2010-07-07 04:23 pm (UTC)LOVE YOUR FACE.
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Date: 2010-07-07 04:43 pm (UTC)Aw bb, I love your face, too! ACTUALLY WAIT, HOW CAN YOU LOVE MINE IF YOU ~DON'T KNOW WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE~. UNLESS YOU DO?
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:34 am (UTC)it's okay, not a lot of people read Chris/Karl and I love you for taking a chance on me.
I STALK YOU. DUH.
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:38 am (UTC)OH OK. lol ♥
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Date: 2010-07-08 03:35 am (UTC)Plus, you can keep your words because THEY ARE AWESOME. DUH.
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Date: 2010-07-08 10:47 am (UTC)And then I calm down and remember.
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Date: 2010-07-08 05:10 pm (UTC)We can be double friends if you like? ; ) Adorable.
&hearts.
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Date: 2010-07-10 04:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-10 05:58 am (UTC); ) Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad you enjoyed the tone here because it's not something that I'm particularly comfortable with writing in. Plus, I kind of love Chris as this... wonderful hesitant figure who is just constantly growing as a writer and because of this, his world is just tilted upside down by the pure consistency and texture of Karl.
Probably doesn't make any sense, but all that is to say that I'm glad you stopped by to read and comment. ; )
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Date: 2010-08-06 07:53 pm (UTC)Thanks for stopping by and commenting. I appreciate it.
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Date: 2010-08-06 07:50 am (UTC)*clears throat*
beautiful fic, bb, thanks for sharing this.
I'm all confu-zed about your old user name now...no subject
Date: 2010-08-06 07:55 pm (UTC)*erm*
Thanks for coming by and commenting love!
I used to be loony4lupin. Now I'm
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Date: 2010-08-06 08:11 pm (UTC)Re the RPF BB - who's been talking *looks shifty*? Yeah,
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Date: 2010-08-06 09:22 pm (UTC)Lol. I hang around and forget to punctuate and flail at her fab words this is pretty much the story of my life, bb. GRAMMAR? WHAT SAY YOU?
DON'T TEASE ME SO. THERE WILL BE A HAPPY ENDING. THERE WILL BE. DON'T GO BREAKING ME HEART. IT'S JUST. NOT. FAIR.
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Date: 2010-08-10 04:26 am (UTC)