well yes, why not?

[fahye]

Well, they're never going to be all finished for Christmas Day. And because there may be a precious window of onlinity, and because Ji did it first (*is sheep. baaa.*) -

For dredpiratejenny:

Playing Games - Enjolras/Grantaire.

(Please keep in mind that Ji and I share a brain and so managed to produce two stunningly alike fics practically independent of each other. Hope you don't feel cheated or anything, my dear.)

Comments

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Apparently, we also share enough brain to backdate in exactly the same way. o.O;

I FORGOT THAT YOU HAD DROWNING. AND MANY OTHER THINGS. THEY ARE MORE SIMILAR THAN I REMEMBERED.

BUT THIS (http://petergreenaway.co.uk/seine.htm) HAD TO BE UUUSED. *pleads guilty, so guilty*

Apart from my inability to be original: you have many Hugo-y moments of which I am envious. It is all very, very pretty. :)

[fahye.livejournal.com]

*bows to your superior research-y skills*

Me, I just make shit up.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Making shit up makes me research. See: French Republican Calendar.

And, currently, wildfires. WTF, me. :(

[fahye.livejournal.com]

Er...okay? Why? No. I don't want to know.

Your Xmas fic is the weirdest piece of crack to ever crack. Thom is insane. Did you know that?

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

Oddly enough, I did. Are you on? I will be needing you to beta Chidder for me veery shortly.

[dredpiratejenny.livejournal.com]

I posted your gift! We are properly exchanged! Thankyouthankyouthankyou!

Those last few lines especially just kill me. I am so honored to have inspired such a lovely, intelligent rethinking of Enjolras and Grantaire. It's like Frenchboy confetti! Um. That made sense in my head. Not so much when I typed it. But I'm sure you know what I mean. Bright shiny celebratory things falling from the sky. Yay!