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06 June 2013 @ 01:55 am
[fic] some may go liquid  
written for the fic war thing, except it got too long to comment with, and dammit, this is why i should never do these personal ficathons, because this always happens and I've already written four (non-vm) fics, in as many days, ugh. Tell me I'm at least winning the war? as much as you can 'win' this war, considering I still have no idea what I'm fighting for, which is rather profound.


some may go liquid
lost | shannon; boone/shannon | season one | r | 2400 | oneshot
This is his default setting, she knows. When he's not damning himself to hell fucking his stepsister, he's making the world a better place.




[picture you're the queen of everything.]

The thing she misses most, she decides on the second day, is her sunscreen.

She's going to be the oldest twenty year old on the planet, if they aren't rescued soon from this godforsaken island, with wrinkles stretching across miles of skin, and this? just sucks. That pregnant chick looks like she's twenty too, all big blue eyes and soft blonde hair, but hello, pregnant, it's not like anyone's going to be looking at her ever again.

The expensive sunscreen that she'd packed so carefully, prolonging the wait, till Boone was practically hopping from one foot to another, convinced they were going to miss their flight, but unable to say anything to her after they'd slept together, is now at the bottom of the ocean somewhere. That slut, Cara, from her high school who'd called her a whore, without the slightest inkling of the irony, and with almost monotonous regularity, would probably call this karmic retribution, using up all her big-ticket S.A.T. words, like she didn't spread her legs for any guy with a big enough hole in his pocket.

Which, you know, whatever.

She wears her skimpiest bikini to compensate, because seriously, if she only has a couple of days left of flawless skin, she's damn well going to make the most of them.

And if Boone's eyes linger too long on the eyes of the other men lingering on the curve of her half-exposed breasts, then, well, bonus.




.




[you're so ambitious for a juvenile.]

Boone runs around the island, playing Mr. Nice Guy, the lamest superhero ever, like it's his calling, without so much as a two-bit synthetic cape or a by-your-leave. This is his default setting, she knows. When he's not damning himself to hell fucking his stepsister, he's making the world a better place.

"You could help, you know," he snaps, his eyes are skittish, they never rest in one place too long, and he doesn't look at her ever.

It would be kind of amusing if it wasn't so pathetic.

"I could." she says, agreeably, flipping over; just because she's eventually going to get crow-eyes to rival Superbitch Sabrina's, doesn't mean she also has to get an uneven tan alongside.

He visibly clenches his jaw, "this isn't a vacation, Shannon. There are people looking for food. Water sources. People are hurt, they need attending to."

"God, what is up with the riot act, do I look like a nurse? Your costume-induced fantasies haven't actually literally altered your reality, Boone."

His head snaps up, like he can't believe she went. there. and, hello, has he met her?

He can't get away from her fast enough after that, but at least he isn't harping anymore on helping, and if this is her life now, it isn't all that awful. She can think of things that could be more. Like being at the bottom of the ocean herself.




.




[if you stay gone a little longer, your keys won't work.]

The thing is, there is stuff you inevitably learn about someone while living in the same house, because he's your brother.

Like, she knows what Boone looks like in the morning, in his boxers, rubbing sleep from his eyes, hair sticking out. She knows the kind of coffee he likes in the morning (black, sugarless, unexpectedly enough), his favorite cereal (cap'n crunch— lame), his mood music ("How Deep Is Your Love"— lamer), that sound he makes at the back of his throat when he comes. (Okay, maybe the last one's not something you inevitably learn by being someone's sister, but she knows it anyway, so.)

So yeah, she knows stuff, and she knows that part of this martyr act is overcompensation. Not all of it, because he actually is that much of a Nice Guy. But some of it. An apology to the universe, or something. Sorry I'm in love with my sister, here, you can have my balls.

And she's not. She's not sorry, because, she came, right? Because he's in love with her and he tried so hard, till she'd wanted to crawl out of her skin; and okay, she'd always known he was in love with her, but in that moment she could feel it, and that was a whole different deal. With his mouth between her legs and that single-minded determination that she'd always hated otherwise.

She's not apologizing for that.




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[knife-edge cold promotionals won't move her to a flight.]

He fawns after Claire Littleton like he's the fucking father-to-be, running around and getting her water, and searching high and low for peanut butter, and it's so fucking stupid. Just, get a room already. And Shannon has this feeling that the girl isn't even acting with the whole wide-eyed-innocence, damsel-in-distress, come-save-me-from-the-dragon-already appeal thing she has going on, which may actually be even more sad than if the contrary were true.

She hasn't— hasn't thought of it before, and she doesn't want to think of it now, but maybe—

—maybe it's not that Boone needs her, so much as he just— needs to be needed. And she's always been the one to need him the most— screwing up her life, every which way, and he's been her personal unfavorite brand of Fix It, so maybe— it wasn't about her at all. All those times, across countries and oceans and everything, it wasn't about her at all.

He wants her, but he doesn't need her, he's never needed her, and she, she needs him, definitely, and Jesus, maybe she even—

So if she's making a linear equation in two variables, the kind she had in ninth grade, and solving for 'x' and 'y', then he's kind of winning here. Somehow.

Then he looks across at her, and his smile drops, and he's in love with her, so it's kind of a good thing she slept all through ninth grade math anyway.




.




[an interesting detachment, a listless poem of love sincere.]

She's going to die, she's going to die, she's going to die, she survived a freaking plane crash, and she's going to die of an asthma attack, and it won't even be tragic, it'll just be ridiculous. Dammit, she doesn't want to die.

"Shh," Boone says, his arms are tight around her and she can't breathe, oh god, she can't breathe. "Shan— Shan, listen, I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. I swear. Shan, please, stay with me, all right? You're going to be okay. Listen to me, baby, you're going to be okay."

He can't promise that, because he won't be able to do anything, and if she dies, he's going to spend all of his life on white pills, because that's who he is. This isn't his fault, goddammit, he is not responsible for everything that happens in the world.

He's responsible for so many things anyway, like being a moron, and believing her when she plays at being the abused girlfriend, and then being disappointed when he flies continents and discovers the truth. Like he expects her to be better than that, or something, and she's not, she's really, really not. She's not better than that. She's selfish and she's a bitch, and just, why hasn't he figured that out by now?

"I love you," he's whispering into her hair, and she can feel herself sinking into him, his weight supporting hers, "I love you so goddamn much, Shan, don't you dare die on me. Don't you dare."

She wants to say something cutting like whoopie-fucking-do, all you need is love. She might be dying here, on a creepy, haunted island in the middle of fucking nowhere, but hey, at least Boone will have loved and lost, which is apparently better than not having loved at all. Good for him.

But, as messed up as that is, it comforts her. Boone is not only the sucker she cheated out of his money, not only the lover she fucked in a dingy motel in Sydney, he's also her big brother.

I'm here, Shan. Anything you need. Anything. Always.

He doesn't manage to save the day, eventually, because of course he doesn't, Sun steals his thunder there, with this weird Asian healing thing, and he just stand by her, not helping at all, but she doesn't let go of his hand anyway.




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[i found god on the corner of 1st and amistad.]

She crawls into his tent in the middle of the night. She doesn't know what night, they're all the same now. They're going to get rescued, they are, and it wouldn't matter then, what night this is.

Boone glares at her with that part-angry, part-frustrated look every time she mentions the rescue boat, and she can tell he wants to shake her and tell her to face the facts or whatever, but he won't, because he doesn't want to destroy her hope, and it's all so sweet and Disney, she might just throw up.

"Shannon," Boone's voice is sleep-soft, his defences down. That's what his superhero armor is made of, "what's wrong?"

In response, she slips her hand down his loose cotton pants.

He let's out a low hiss through his teeth, "Shannon."

Jack stirs, on the other side of the tent, and Boone lapses into silence, eyes wide, teeth clenched.

She straddles him, hand still moving up and down in a rhythm she's been familiar since the age of fifteen. She's not so much into the giving thing, she's the taking kind, but she can't walk up to him and tell him she wants him, even if she does, because that's vulnerability. So all she can do is hope he maxes the good-guy platinum credit-card, and quid pro quos this arrangement, because she doesn't have an exact count of days since he last touched her, but it's been way too fucking long, she knows that.

This is more than a little bit about Sayid for him, she can tell. She's not blind, she's seen the death glares, and she'd heard enough about the pissing contest confrontation, and she could've punched them both, hard, because this isn't hot, this is moronic. She doesn't get off on boys fighting over her— okay, maybe just a little bit— but Christ, she is not a prepubescent, twelve-year-old, who has no idea what the hell she wants.

He comes all over her hand, and she wipes it off on his pants.

"See, now you're getting exactly what I'm giving Sayid, so you don't need to threaten him to lay off your toys. Didn't Supermom Sabrina teach you sharing is caring? What about your new BFF Locke? Doesn't he have a few senile pearls of philosophical wisdom on the matter?" She's a bitch, ask her how.

He doesn't answer, falling on his back from where he'd half-arched when his orgasm hit. And then, unexpectedly, he laughs, long and low, with an undercurrent that makes her heat up, "you're fucking insane." It's almost affectionate.

She doesn't have an adequate reply to that, so she doesn't give one, and she's more than a little startled, when his hand slides up her thigh, resting against the material of her shorts.

"What are you doing?" stupid question. She could not sound more of a virgin if she tried.

"Quid pro quo," he says, like he read her mind or something, and he's leaving her speechless, and this is not okay.

Until, even though Jack is like three feet away, he kneels between her spread knees, with a slow, lazy grin, and it kind of is.




.




[lather, rinse, repeat; you'll build and then you'll break.]

Weirdly enough, it's Sawyer who finds her. Not that she's hidden, exactly, considering she's right there, but it's possible no one else was looking. If she were the Teen Angst type, she'd have said something melodramatic about how there's nobody to look for her anymore, but she's not a John Hughes movie (she hated those, but Boone loved them, all the constructed youth revolt thing he didn't have an ounce of), so she doesn't.

"Here," he says, shoving something in her direction, and his voice is this curious mixture of emotions, like it can't quite decide whether it wants to go for regular nonchalant or special pitying, and just settled on gruff. If Rebel Cowboy Central is pitying her, she's officially in the Hall of Fame of Just Plain Sad.

She looks down to the object in her hand. It's her sunscreen.

"Washed up on the shore," he tells her unnecessarily, carefully watching her, like she can't tell, "thought you might need this, sticks, since you been whinin' about it till kingdom come. You're just Lady Luck, aren't you, sweetheart."

Her stepbrother died and they think she cares about a stupid bottle of sunscreen? Which probably means the fact that she does, the fact that she still somehow does makes her an awful, horrific, selfish person. Which, how is that news anyway?

She takes it from him. Lamest superhero ever, so like Saint Boone to survive a plane crash and then go die falling twenty feet from the air, playing Savior of The World. It isn't even tragic, it's just ridiculous. And he fucking died on her after all telling her she couldn't, and this isn't fair at all. She hates him, hates him. And she never even told him she loved him, has always, always loved him, and now he's dead and fuck him, okay, fuck him.

She's shivering, and she can’t really feel the sun anymore, but she can see it, so yeah, it's there. Boone may be some three feet under the sand, in a shallow grave because they couldn't dig deeper, but at least she won't be old before her time.

She lathers on the cream, and lies back on the sand. She'll count the half hour under her breath, second by second, and remember to turn over after.
 
 
 
sassy, classy, and a bit smart-assy: LOST: Boonebadboy_fangirl on June 5th, 2013 09:30 pm (UTC)
Okay, this is by far my most guilty pleasure ship, because really, it's gross on so many levels, and not because of the step-sibling thing, but because Shannon is so awful to Boone, so why does he love her, yadda, yadda, yadda, but this is probably the best line of any fic in the history of ever:

Sorry I'm in love with my sister, here, you can have my balls.

UGH, just LOL whilest ugly crying over here.

And the whole section where she thinks he didn't love her at all, he was just trying to be needed, but then she's reassured, because she sees the love on his face? It's making me need to rewrite their scenes in The End because now it just feels wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The only thing that's right is Boone/Shannon FOREVER.

And please tell me Jack didn't wake up during that!
youcallitwinter: someday this will be a story.youcallitwinter on June 5th, 2013 11:04 pm (UTC)
Hee, I think I remember when you used to dislike Shannon and told me you didn't ship Boone/Shannon at all, till you rewatched and then couldn't help shipping them? Considering that I literally started watching LOST because I saw That One Scene with Boone and Shannon, there was no hope for me from the beginning. I so like my girls being awful to my boys :D

UGH, just LOL whilest ugly crying over here.

HAHA, YOU FLATTER, SIR <3

But yes, I cannot with Shannon/Sayid in The End. Whatever happened to Nadia? and how is Boone just OVER it? I refuse to consider that canon. It totally felt like a cop-out.

LOL, IMAGINE IF JACK HAD WOKEN UP. For a moment I totally forgot they're siblings and what it'd look like to the rest of the group! But then, my other favorite ship is Jack/Claire, so my headcanon Jack is geared accordingly :D
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sassy, classy, and a bit smart-assy: VM: Logan Veronicabadboy_fangirl on June 5th, 2013 11:22 pm (UTC)
Also, completely unrelated, I read this VM fic last night that was SHEER FUTURE-FIC PERFECTION, so if you haven't read it yet, you definitely should:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/299180
youcallitwinter: we could have had it all.youcallitwinter on June 5th, 2013 11:41 pm (UTC)
UM. NOTHING VM RELATED IS EVER UNRELATED TO ANYTHING I MAY BE SAYING, EVER. I've heard a lot about that fic, but I actually haven't read it yet, somehow, been saving it up, I think :D

Also, while on this completely unrelated topic:

http://archiveofourown.org/works/577667/chapters/1036267

I cannot even with this fic. I cannot. It's the fic that has made me actually constantly think about it after I finished reading (except it isn't complete yet!) I kind of feel terrible for Veronica because she's just so lonely, but I think it's a rather gritty look at what happens if you abandon the people who love you and then come back? Like, in actual canon, from what the movie says, Veronica hasn't been back in Neptune for nine years, which is quite something. It's Veronica at her worst, without any of those things that alleviate that, but it's understandable because of her experiences with the FBI, I never felt it was just Veronica being made unsympathetic to make Logan a sympathetic character. And what I think it captures really well is the inability of people to understand that people are not the same as you expect them to be, they grow up and evolve. So that feeling of being stuck in this past-loop, and trying to go back to who you were, while everyone has moved on is just very well done. OKAY, CLEARLY I CANNOT STOP TALKING ABOUT IT. Also, I LOVE the Veronica/Logan development in this, because seven years is such a long time and people have this tendency to move on, so is it even possible to go back and would you want to. I THINK IF YOU HAVE THE TIME, YOU SHOULD GIVE IT A SHOT.
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нσω ∂σ уσυ нσℓ∂ α мσση вєαм ιη уσυʀ нαη∂?: stock ♦ the song is her loverfiddlings on June 5th, 2013 11:31 pm (UTC)
AHH YOU WROTE A SHANNON/BOONE FIC.

I have to leave right now, but I am so reading this the second I get back.

You totally just made my night. :D
youcallitwinter: repeated image of the lovers destroyedyoucallitwinter on June 5th, 2013 11:39 pm (UTC)
I DID, I DON'T KNOW HOW IT HAPPENED MYSELF.

Also, OMG HAI, IT'S YOU.

Your unexpected appearance also totally made my night :D
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Noelle: Lost - Sawyer what thespuffy_noelle on June 6th, 2013 12:31 am (UTC)
OMG OMG OMG!!!

So many beautiful, wonderful words! They are so tragic and utterly FUCKED UP. It's why I love them. I only watched Lost because I wanted to see Ian Somerhalder in something else and nobody freakin' warned me about what I was walking into. Cuz these two kids are adorably insane. So naturally they had to be killed off immediately...

Ah, but I digress.


Boone runs around the island, playing Mr. Nice Guy, the lamest superhero ever, like it's his calling, without so much as a two-bit synthetic cape or a by-your-leave.


that sound he makes at the back of his throat when he comes. (Okay, maybe the last one's not something you inevitably learn by being someone's sister, but she knows it anyway, so.)

KILLING. ME.

Um, them hooking up with Jack "sleeping" (cuz he totally woke up and pretended to be asleep) in the same tent. IT. TOTALLY. HAPPENED. Sorry, this is now canon :D
youcallitwinter: till the end of the worldyoucallitwinter on June 6th, 2013 12:28 pm (UTC)
Oh my god, yes. I totally saw LOST after TVD and there was, like, NO WARNING as to what I was getting into. I wouldn't even have watched the show if I hadn't seen a video of the Boone/Shannon motel scene, and guh.

LOL, I don't even know why Jack was there, but he was and it's probably hard to sleep through stuff like that especially since he's a doctor and probably half-awake at all times for emergencies. Ah, well. :D
semi-titledpocochina on June 6th, 2013 03:09 am (UTC)
I shouldn't have EVEN, because I'm still in S3 of Lost but omg Shannon. I really like the strain through this of her being pissed at his sincerity.
youcallitwinter: then you come crashing in.youcallitwinter on June 6th, 2013 12:31 pm (UTC)
LOL, it's actually really hard to spoil Lost because it's SO BATSHIT INSANE. And something happens every two seconds, but don't read the comments!!

(Also, I think that is a kink of mine, it's in a lot of stuff I write, girls getting pissed off at the guys who love them for being so much, so irrationally in love with them. That's practically all my VM-verse is, hee.)
woobloo: sawyer/katewoobloo on June 6th, 2013 04:41 am (UTC)
whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy though

Seriously, how do you do it? I only watched Lost a couple months ago (and I only watched the first two seasons, because of Jack reasons, and because I worshiped Kate and Kate/Sawyer and the thought of her ending up with Jack just makes me gag and ugh)but I lovvvvve this. HEARTBREAKING much? idek they're the angstiest ever, but the idea of them laughing in the dark while getting each other off and ugh why must you.

Seriously though, Boone/Shannon are amazing. I don't think they could have ever been endgame in canon because that would ruin all their charm perhaps, or something- it just wouldn't have been them- but god this is flawless.
youcallitwinter: you meat eateryoucallitwinter on June 6th, 2013 12:35 pm (UTC)
I don't knoooooow, except I'm trying to write as many different fandoms as possible; for some reason, I like doing that. But omg, I LOVE Jack, I love his stupid hero complex and I love the whole deconstruction of it through the seasons and I love how he can't save anyone ever, not even himself. Jack is actually one of my favorites!

BUT BOONE/SHANNON THOUGH. They were just so everything. Like, when he finds her sunglasses and tapes them or whatever and she's so excited and he smiles and walks away, and guh they can be adorable too <3

I think I agree on them not being endgame, but I felt the resolution was too neat, and didn't fit in with where they all had been when we last saw them! But the angst was definitely the selling factor, so no endgame :D
love kickstarts again: VD: Damon longingmiss_blanche on June 6th, 2013 06:50 am (UTC)
This is really good. I actually totally forgot about Boone dying for a moment and then when I got to the end, I kid you not, it was like my heart sank all over again. Gah. But yeah, that made it even more excellent, especially tying it back in with the sunscreen at the beginning. Loved it!
youcallitwinter: things we now knowyoucallitwinter on June 6th, 2013 12:37 pm (UTC)
I actually totally forgot about Boone dying myself, and I was all "oh man, do I have to", but then I felt like I had to, so I did. I was so sad when it happened D: I just like Shannon lying on the beach in canon and doing nothing, hee <3 Thank you!
ever_neutral: [lost] kate = loaded gunever_neutral on June 6th, 2013 11:44 am (UTC)
YOU WROTE THIS JUST FOR ME DIDN'T YOU (fine, me and whoever requested this, nocurr for them)

(Okay, maybe the last one's not something you inevitably learn by being someone's sister, but she knows it anyway, so.)
INCEST IS BEST OK

—maybe it's not that Boone needs her, so much as he just— needs to be needed. And she's always been the one to need him the most— screwing up her life, every which way, and he's been her personal unfavorite brand of Fix It, so maybe— it wasn't about her at all…. He wants her, but he doesn't need her, he's never needed her, and she, she needs him, definitely, and Jesus, maybe she even—
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE WOULD BE TERRIFIED OF?????

YOU EVEN QUOTE MARIA TAYLOR SONGS @ ME

he's also her big brother.
L O L. BUT YES???

"See, now you're getting exactly what I'm giving Sayid, so you don't need to threaten him to lay off your toys. Didn't Supermom Sabrina teach you sharing is caring?
SHE’S A BITCH, ASK ME HOW MUCH I LOVE HER (SFM) (GIRLS-BEING-AWFUL-2-GUYS-5EVA IDGAF)

I cry and my tears are also blood.
youcallitwinter: with pretty-eyed boys girls die to trustyoucallitwinter on June 6th, 2013 12:40 pm (UTC)
OF COURSE I DID, BECAUSE U GET ME OK. (Also, we are literally the only two people who maybe like Jack?)

INCEST IS FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY PLZ.

SHE’S A BITCH, ASK ME HOW MUCH I LOVE HER (SFM) (GIRLS-BEING-AWFUL-2-GUYS-5EVA IDGAF)

LIKE I SAID TO POCO, TOTAL KINK THERE. I just love my girls being all "wow, okay you love me, that's great, but could you, like, not be so in love with me? thanks." That's pretty much my Veronica/Logan also, hee.
нσω ∂σ уσυ нσℓ∂ α мσση вєαм ιη уσυʀ нαη∂?: gossip ♔ db; i will possess your heartfiddlings on June 6th, 2013 01:27 pm (UTC)
Have I mentioned how much I love you? Because OHMYGOD I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Seriously.

—maybe it's not that Boone needs her, so much as he just— needs to be needed. And she's always been the one to need him the most— screwing up her life, every which way, and he's been her personal unfavorite brand of Fix It, so maybe— it wasn't about her at all. All those times, across countries and oceans and everything, it wasn't about her at all.

He wants her, but he doesn't need her, he's never needed her, and she, she needs him, definitely, and Jesus, maybe she even—

So if she's making a linear equation in two variables, the kind she had in ninth grade, and solving for 'x' and 'y', then he's kind of winning here. Somehow.

Then he looks across at her, and his smile drops, and he's in love with her, so it's kind of a good thing she slept all through ninth grade math anyway.


This part was freaking perfect. PERFECT. I loved the whole thing, but I think this was my favorite. I love how you sum up their relationship so perfectly here. Also, the way you capture Shannon's voice throughout the whole fic was incredible.

You totally just made me stop breathing and nearly cry and also laugh (because Sorry I'm in love with my sister, here, you can have my balls. *gigglesnort* falling out of my chair now) and basically just gave me ALL THE FEELS. And it was magnificent.
youcallitwinter: what I gave is yours to keep.youcallitwinter on June 6th, 2013 03:34 pm (UTC)
Oh, I AM GLAD YOU LIKED IT? It would've been terrible if you came back after so long and this sucked, haha.

And yes bitchy!Shannon is my definitive Shannon, sort of oddly secure and insecure with how much Boone is in love with her. And she's twenty which is really freaking young, so I like that she still has so much teenage brattiness and is something a princess and occasionally a rebel. I do love Shannon!

HAHA, thanks so much, I'm so glad it worked for you!! <3
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