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dgray_man2009-11-01 05:58 am
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Fic: Your lips of wine (Road/Lou Fa)
Title: Your lips of wine
Word Count: 4,585
Rating: R
Characters: imaginary-manipulated-by-Road!Allen/Lou Fa, Road/Lou Fa
Summary: Road is bored. Lou Fa thinks Road's a figment of her imagination. Road wants to play with Lou Fa's mind.
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers. Mind-toying.
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man be Hoshino's baby, I write fic for no sane reason.
A/N: The title is randomly picked from the song 'All I Have To Do Is Dream' by The Everly Brothers (despite how badly it mashes with the fic, but it wouldn't stop playing in my head now, so... ^^;).
Also, I wonder if there is a way to beg for concrit without sounding like I'm begging for comments?
*begs for concrit, in all honesty*
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Sometimes she thinks it would have been fun if Lero was smart. Smart enough to string words that sound smart without thinking, especially along the lines of, ‘Road-tana, sometimes, I don’t understand you.’
Word Count: 4,585
Rating: R
Characters: imaginary-manipulated-by-Road!Allen/Lou Fa, Road/Lou Fa
Summary: Road is bored. Lou Fa thinks Road's a figment of her imagination. Road wants to play with Lou Fa's mind.
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers. Mind-toying.
Disclaimer: D.Gray-man be Hoshino's baby, I write fic for no sane reason.
A/N: The title is randomly picked from the song 'All I Have To Do Is Dream' by The Everly Brothers (despite how badly it mashes with the fic, but it wouldn't stop playing in my head now, so... ^^;).
Also, I wonder if there is a way to beg for concrit without sounding like I'm begging for comments?
*begs for concrit, in all honesty*
Link:
Sometimes she thinks it would have been fun if Lero was smart. Smart enough to string words that sound smart without thinking, especially along the lines of, ‘Road-tana, sometimes, I don’t understand you.’