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Happy St. Patrick's Day!



I'm supposed to go to a screening of The Runaways tonight, but I haven't heard anything about it in about a week, so...I'm not sure what my plans are for tonight. SIGH.

Anyways, [livejournal.com profile] girl_wonder was taking drabble requests, and I figured, 'eh, why not do the same?' SO! Give me character/pairing and a prompt, and I will throw something ficcy at you. May be a drabble, will probably be a little more.

OH! and the fabulous [livejournal.com profile] jamesinboot has pointed out the shiny and pretty new icons LJ is using in the default comments pages. I LOVE THEM. Another reason for you to get rid of your customized comment page! :D

Date: 2010-03-18 03:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cathybites.livejournal.com
Gaga sits at a table on La Rambla, sipping a granizado and watching the tourists walk by. They've been in Barcelona for two days, and she's already feeling at home in this city, with its crazy architecture and peculiar tongue. She can feel it worming its way into her, laying down mosaic tiles on her soul that glitter brighter at night than in the sun.

It's comforting and familiar, like a well-visted fantasy, and Gaga is sure that means they should leave soon.

Almost on cue, Honey B appears beside her. Everything on the busy street falls quiet and still, the entire world focused on her as always, but even though her eyes are hidden behind the Dior sunglasses, Gaga knows one true thing in the world: Honey B only has eyes for her.

"I got you something," she says, and she takes Gaga's hand, puts a bracelet on her wrist.

It's made of delicate white beads, each one a little imperfect sphere, as if they'd been fashioned and polished by hand. A charm dangles from it, the cutout of a poison bottle, the skull and crossbones etched in the middle, and when Gaga holds her hand up, twisting her wrist around to look at it, it sparkles in the sun.

"Gorgeous," she says. "What's it made of?"

Honey B smiles, that special, secret smile that runs a thrill through Gaga every time she sees it. She takes a sip of Gaga's granizado and says, "I had it made special. The finest Russian bone."

And Gaga grins, fingers dancing over the beads.

Date: 2010-03-18 08:59 pm (UTC)
ext_872: eye with red flower petals as eyelashes (all my life i've wanted purple drapes!)
From: [identity profile] bossymarmalade.livejournal.com
SHE MADE HER A CHARM BRACELET OUT OF COLOSSUS

ahahahh that will always be my first thought, hee!

There's not a bit of this that isn't perfect: Gaga loving on the particular Barthelonan accent, Honey B's laser-focused eyes behind her Dior, and all the secrets between them and a glass of granizado. GLORIOUS!! Thank you, bb!!

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