bookshop: Look, I just want Arthur to keep ordering Merlin about and making him do things.

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@ 2009-03-24 13:55:00

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Look, I just want Arthur to keep ordering Merlin about and making him do things.

Arthur throws the battered notebook on Merlin's desk. "Type that up for me, will you, I've got to present it to the board soon." He saunters over to his half of their shared office, leaving Merlin to thumb through three months' worth of notes on market shares and acquisition structures.

"And when you say soon?" Merlin shoots him a dark look from beneath his ridiculous hair. Arthur reminds himself that this would not be a good idea to run his hand through it in the guise of telling him to get a haircut.

"Soon means soon," he snaps instead, though it comes out a bit less commanding than he'd like, and much more like someone who's just remembered his A-levels are the next day.

Merlin's glare intensifies. "Arthur..."

"What? Look, the meeting's not til ten am, you've plenty of time."

"You mean ten am tomorrow?" It's not quite a shriek, but it's still enough to make Arthur wince. Merlin stalks over, backs him against his desk, and shoves the notebook (which granted is less like a notebook by this point and more like a glorified coffee mat, with the stains to prove it) against his chest.

"You haven't even gotten an outline together, have you?" Merlin demands. Arthur purses his lips. "Do you even have a coherent, logical proposal?"

"I'm always coherent and logical," Arthur replies, a bit over-defensively. Merlin rolls his eyes and starts to open his mouth, but Arthur grabs his wrist, pleased when Merlin's voice catches in his throat.

"You know I'd never give you anything you couldn't handle," Arthur murmurs, holding his gaze and leaning in slightly. He loves it when Merlin's eyes flash with that quick shocked look, loves it when Merlin gets surprised by this. And then the shock is gone, and Merlin's eyes drop to his mouth with a flare of interest, and Arthur remembers that the surprise works both ways.

"I'd say I'm quite good at handling what you give me," Merlin says, his voice gone low in that shivery sort of way that crawls up the back of Arthur's neck.

"Yes, I'd say you are," Arthur agrees, reaching up to run his fingertips over the edge of Merlin's collar, on the pretense of straightening it, but really just wanting to brush his fingers over that smooth collarbone.

"It's a good thing I'm not your boyfriend or anything," Merlin says, watching him through his thick pouty lashes. "I could just quit whenever you order me about."

"It is a good thing I'm not your boyfriend," Arthur agrees. "I'd have to fire you for sleeping with your boss." He leans in and follows his fingertips with his lips, brushing his nose against the side of Merlin's neck. "And then I'd never get to harass you."

Merlin lets out a hum of pleasure and moves into him, sliding a warm hand up Arthur's chest. "If this is harassment, my standards of workplace discrimination are regrettably low."

"I'm just getting warmed up," says Arthur, allowing himself one brief brush of his mouth against Merlin's, lingering on Merlin's perfect lower lip - before shoving the notebook back against him and stepping back around his desk.

"You should probably get the final draft over to the printer's before they close tonight," he says, "so have it proofed and bound by nine."

He grins in the face of Merlin's inarticulate spluttering.

Merlin is always so much more fun when he comes home angry. :D

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ETA: FEEL FREE TO POST YOUR OWN 'ARTHUR ORDERS MERLIN ABOUT' FIC. Don't let me hog all the fun.
really. anna_zee's demands are much better than mine. Oh, yes.

ETA 2: More amazing ficlets!!! omg.
- from ghost_lingering, Arthur orders Merlin to leave. ♥
- from derryere (who obvs *is* a wizard), Arthur orders Merlin to make things explode, oh my god *_* and also orders him FIX IT, which Merlin does and how. :D :D :D :D
- from stungunbilly, just who is ordering who (YOWZA).
- from cherrybina, Arthur orders Merlin to give him a backrub!!!!
- from cor_leonis_1961, Arthur orders Merlin to - well.
- from puckling, Arthur tells Merlin to do that thing you do. >:D
- from 2naonh3_cl2, Arthur tells Merlin not to let him... *whistles innocently*
- from berrypop90, Arthur orders Merlin to help him bathe
- from sigmaflare_spaz, Arthur demands too many things to list! :D
- from cor_leonis_1961, Arthur orders Merlin not to get involved <-- !!!! WARNING FOR CLIFFHANGER!
- from nahara, Arthur orders Merlin under the table. :DDDDD
- from 2naonh3_cl2, Arthur orders Merlin *not* to leave. <-- warning for shameless tearjerking!
- from mariana_oconnor, Arthur's order hangs in the balance. *____*

And as a bonus, it's not 100% related but who cares, okay, look, BONUS ART FROM trolleys! ♥_____♥

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	$let's get the seven lines.: \o/$ bookshop 2009-03-24 07:41 pm UTC (link)
	YAY SITS ON HANDS IMPATIENLY DOES NOT THROW EGGS AT YOU omg what did you do to them remind me never to be mean to you obvs you have hidden secrets ARE YOU A WIZARD (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

derryere
2009-03-24 10:04 pm UTC (link)

AHAHAH. AJA. YOU MADE ME WRITE FOUR PAGES OF REALLY STUPID BOYANGST. SHAMELESS SUPER!EMO BELOW. I'M SORRY. It's not even a proper command on Arthur's part. WILL REPLY WITH A MORE ACCEPTABLE FICLET IN A MOMENT. (I'm spamming you with edits. Yes. YES. Will stop now. D:)

Merlin tells him at a bar. They haven't seen each other for a while, for--what is it now, a month, two? And it's not getting any better what with Arthur and the way he shuts down and focuses on making nice, or the way Merlin resents it and secretly, even though he pretends not to, still resents how quiet Arthur was in Uther's office--how he didn't look at Merlin, who was wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve and trying to explain that he wasn't in the habit of getting into fights but Valmer seriously crossed the line with that comment about that foreign intern. Uther had just stared and said, No, and, We're going to let you go. Arthur said nothing at all, and Merlin wondered that moment if they were ever really friends, if maybe they just got along when it suited Arthur best.

We'll still see each other, Arthur told him when he was putting his office of five years back into boxes. Go out for drinks, and stuff. Merlin took the tissue out of his nose, tossed it into the bin and said, Sure.

And now, as a last resort to keep him from losing a friend he--between the two of them--might care about the most, Merlin tells Arthur the biggest thing Arthur doesn't know about him.

'You mean like...' Arthur laughs a little, frowning. 'Like magic tricks? Like with cards?'

'No, Arthur,' Merlin says, voice low as he hunches over the table, trying to keep this private. 'Not with cards.'

Arthur looks at him for a a long moment, subdued amusement and a bit of confusion narrowing his eyes. 'Is this some kind of euphemism for--' he gives a minute pout for thought, '--fraud, or something? Magic with numbers? Is it--wait, you're not in trouble, are you? You're not trying to get me to--'

'For fuck's sake, Arthur. Are you listening?' Merlin glances around, nervously, but the place is noisy and they're too far in the back--their booth secluded even more by the lack of lights in the turn of the wall-corner. 'I mean magic. As in, magic. Just--' He swallows. 'Magic.'

Arthur's confusion settles in deeper for a small second before it suddenly disappears--frown smoothing out and then he's smiling, conspiringly. 'Ooooh,' he drawls at length, then follows it with laughs of, 'Oh ho ho ho ho, I get it. I get it.' He nods. 'All right, Harry Snotter, all right. Why don't you off and expelliarmus me a refill while I go take a slash, yeah?' He slides his mostly empty lager toward Merlin and makes to shuffle out of the booth when Merlin grabs his arm. Arthur stills, amusement freezing on his face when Merlin wraps the fingers of his free hand around the bottom of the glass. His gaze is level on Arthur as the liquid rises, foaming and then spilling over. When the beer trickles over his fingers, cold and wet like that, he snaps out of it and lets go of both the glass and Arthur.

Arthur stares at the beer. Merlin notices immediately the way his breath is shallow now, irregular, not loud or gasping but unsure and choppy in a way. He slumps back into his seat, slowly, and doesn't look up at Merlin. His eyes forever on the glass Arthur, eventually, reaches out with a slightly trembling hand and slides it back to him--inspecting it with a blank kind of awe. Then he lifts it and takes a mighty gulp in one go. Almost at once he puts it back down, making a face and groaning--wiping at his mouth.

'Fuck me,' he says, glancing at Merlin with a funnily disgusted look. 'You purposely made it taste like cat piss, yeah?'

Merlin smiles, shakily, and he wants to make a joke back--something smooth and easy, something like ha ha oh I can do magic and it's really hilarious--but he can't. His heart is hammering in his chest, throat and ears and this is only the second time he's ever told anyone. It's even harder than he remembers.

Edited at 2009-03-24 10:19 pm UTC

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derryere
2009-03-24 10:05 pm UTC (link)

Arthur replies with an unsteady smile of his own, but his, too, falters almost as quickly. Then they are just looking at each other, dissipating smiles and panic under the surface, and then--then Arthur is looking anywhere but him. All over, the seats, the table, the smoky crowd of the room--eyes flashing and unreadable. Next thing Merlin knows Arthur is on his feet, out of the booth, running a hand through his hair as he nearly well stumbles out the back door they're seated next to.

It takes him three terrifying heartbeats to follow.

Outside, in the garbage and box-ridden alleyway, Arthur is pacing. It's cold and it doesn't smell great, and as soon as the door heavily closes behind Merlin Arthur stops in his step. He seems frazzled, both hands going through his hair now and one stays at his neck as the other scrubs down the side of his face. Then, wide-eyed and stunned, he says,

'But I'm an atheist.'

And because Merlin doesn't know what else to do, he laughs. The sound of it does something to Arthur, something good it seems because then he softens, arms dropping to his side. He sighs, long and shuddering.

'Oh my god,' he tells Merlin. 'Oh...Oh my GOD.'

'Yeah,' Merlin agrees, breathless. 'Well, I mean, not exactly but--yeah.'

'What else can you do?' Arthur asks, almost at a hurry now--words rushing out.

'I--Arthur, that's not exactly the most impor--'

'Can you make stuff explode?' He takes a step forward, and now he's smiling as his thoughts are visibly racing in all directions.

Merlin, nervously wringing at the sleeves of his sweater: 'Well, yeah, but--'

'Do it,' Arthur urges, his grin too wide and startling now. 'Make...' He glances around, gestures at an upturned beer crate, 'make that explode.'

Merlin should, by the rules he's set for himself over the years, most resolutely say no. But there's something about this weird enthusiasm that grips him and after all these years he's so used to doing what Arthur tells him to that it's surprisingly easy to just lift his hand--spread his fingers--feel that prickle behind his eyes and make the wooden crate explode.

They both have to duck a little at the impact of it, shrouding because of the shards and splinters that are sent flying into the small alley. When Arthur blinks up, straightening, all he has to say is,

'So. Fucking. Cool.' Then, in a flash, he is in front of Merlin--grabbing his wrist and lifting his hand for inspection. He turns it carelessly, trying to look for something--probably web-shooters--poking at his palm with interest.

'It's just a hand,' Merlin says, but can't keep the smile from his face all the same.

'What else?' Arthur asks, looking up now. He's excited. 'Can you fly?'

Merlin feels inexplicably short-winded as he says, 'A bit.'

'Can you go invisible?'

'Yeah.'

'Can you read minds?'

Merlin snorts up a laugh. 'No.'

'Can you--' Arthur pauses, and suddenly his expression sobers. He lets go of Merlin's hand as he finishes, 'Can you make people do stuff?'

Merlin's amusement wanes in time with Arthur's. 'I don't do that,' he says. 'That's not--no. I don't do...I wouldn't...'

Arthur has no reply. He looks at Merlin for a while and then over his shoulder, thinking, and Merlin uses the silence to try and work out Arthur's face. A gust of wind catches at the wall of the alley and passes over their heads, lightly, a weak imitation of the spring storm whistling through the main street.

'Why d'you tell me?' Arthur, eventually, asks. 'I mean, why now? Why--'

'I haven't seen you in forever,' Merlin cuts in, suddenly eager to say this. 'We don't talk any more, you don't call and when I call you're busy and when we do talk it's like--it's like crap, Arthur. It's like we don't even know each other and, I--just--' He clenches his jaw, glancing away with difficulty. 'I miss you, mate.'

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derryere
2009-03-24 10:06 pm UTC (link)

When he chances a look at Arthur's face again, the man doesn't acknowledge his words in any way. He just looks back at Merlin, frowning a bit, unsure. So Merlin keeps on, tries to make it clearer, to make him understand that--

'I've known you for almost six years now, yeah? I've worked for you and--despite the fact that you helped the greater part of my social life to the dogs because you're a bit insane and you'd call me at 5 AM making me look up a recipe for cinnamon rolls,' he smiles weakly at he memory, 'I suppose ... I suppose you're sort of the best friend I've ever had. And I thought, maybe, if you'd know--maybe that'll ... I don't know. Help. Make it ... So that you know me, yeah? So that you know all there is. So that if all this gets bullixed up then I know it's not because--because I never ...'

'You're so stupid,' Arthur tells him, then, but the frown from before has dipped and changed and now it's one of certain haplessness--of something Merlin can't place at all. 'I can't be your friend, Merlin,' he says as though it's obvious, as though Merlin should've known this all along.

Merlin's throat does something weird, and doesn't get him any further than, 'Oh.'

'Yeah, Merlin. Oh. OH.' Arthur shakes his head, smiling wryly. 'You know, I never talk to people about you. I used to talk about my PA, never said your name or anything--even that on its own almost never. Now, I just ... no. You know why, though?' He doesn't wait for Merlin's answer, which all as well because Merlin doesn't know what'll come spitting out if he chances to open his mouth but Arthur keeps on, unfazed, 'Because I'm crap at subtle talk. You know this, but also you're very stupid and you never pick up on anything so it used to work out. But other people, they ... ha, I knew, I just knew that all I had to do was open my big fat mouth and say no less than five words about you and everyone would know. I so sure of it. Never talked to you when other people were around, remember? Yeah, you do, and my god you should see your face right now. You still have no idea what I'm talking about, do you? And that's what I mean.' He gives Merlin an odd quirk of a brow. 'Oblivious. Absolutely oblivious.' An actual roll laughter follows this statement, startling Merlin, making him flinch. He's confused, beyond confused, and Arthur isn't making a lot of sense and also Merlin's hurting somehow, or maybe he's on the edge of hurting because there's something about this, that he thinks he might understand but it's very vague and impossible and--

'Remember that birthday three years ago when we took that picture with that thing on your head, and you asked me for a copy later and I said I lost the film?' Arthur pauses, the look on his face open and friendly despite the fact that what he's saying sounds like it's going to be some kind of insult. 'I didn't. I didn't lose it. I have the picture, actually. I have it home. All the pictures from that day in fact and I never show them to anyone because that was such a brilliant party, but you're on those pictures. And I'm on those pictures. And I was so happy that day and I was looking at you, in every one of those pictures I'm looking you and if anyone would ever see them there would be no doubt--they'd just. They'd just know. And they'd tell you, and you would know, and you'd--' He stops, grotesquely bites his bottom lip halfway down his chin, then shakes his head at himself. 'Look at you,' he admonishes, a shade short of sarcastic. 'At first you were Merlin, and then you were Merlin and now ... now you're magic, for fuck's sake. And I--I'm ... I am clearly insane.' Then, for good measure while looking at the ground, 'Shit.'

Merlin stares at the fringe of Arthur's hair, at the light colour that makes him want to sometimes stop random on the street on seeing a flash of blonde at a parking meter, on a bench, walking out of a shop. He makes as if to run his hand through the hair but then just barely touches it, meaningless magic in his palm as he passes it down--hovering over Arthur's neck, his shoulders.

Edited at 2009-03-24 10:14 pm UTC

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derryere
2009-03-24 10:07 pm UTC (link)

Arthur looks up with a hitch of breath, and Merlin knows how the magic feels under the skin, especially when it's new like that.

'There,' Merlin says with a little smile. 'I've taken it away. S'gone.'

Arthur's jaw visibly tightens, and his eyes are infinitely sad.

Merlin continues, 'So we can be proper friends again now, yeah?'

'No,' Arthur says, quietly. 'You did it wrong. It's still there.'

'Oh,' Merlin says. 'So what do we do now?'

'Now,' Arthur's lips lift up, each corner a tiny display of misery, 'you make yourself fall in love with me.'

Merlin thinks about this for a moment. 'Okay,' he says, and his eyes flash an otherworldly colour and it doesn't mean anything, not a single thing.

'And?' Arthur asks, dryly, probably knowing they're pretending and probably thinking they shouldn't. It must hurt, doing this. Merlin would know. Merlin would know very well, very very well and because he doesn't even know how to say it, doesn't even come close to having the words to say it he just shrugs and places two hands on Arthur's shoulders. Arthur looks away, as though the game is becoming a bit too morbid for him, and Merlin gently tries to make a point by sliding his hands up to his neck.

Arthur doesn't like it, the ripple of his muscles giving him away. Merlin lets another whisper of empty magic fizzle in his hands, pressed to Arthur's skin, almost by way of nudging him for attention.

And it works. Arthur looks up, at once, eyes a somewhat wild again. 'What was that?'

'Another spell,' Merlin casually tells him. 'It'll make you kiss me in a second.'

Arthur doesn't seem to catch on quite quick enough. 'It will?'

'Yeah,' Merlin says, stepping infinitesimally closer.

'Maybe ...' A bit of the wistfulness in Arthur's features gives way to something else, then, and it makes Merlin's heart beat even faster. 'Maybe you should do it again. Make sure it works, and all.'

With a tug of faint, faint amusement Merlin makes a bit more magic, stronger this time as he lets it roll down Arthur's back and then curl around his waist.

'Oh yeah,' Arthur says, and the gold Merlin has put in his eyes comes with a sudden wave of happiness. 'There it is.'

'There it is,' Merlin agrees, already smiling as Arthur leans in, catching his lips with a shaky kiss. It's all immediately not enough at all and so Merlin sends out another flash of energy, aiming perhaps a bit lower this time, a bit warmer, and Arthur groans--slipping his arms around Merlin and pulling closer and at this Merlin, on his turn, can't help the low laughter rumbling his chest. It's not that it's funny but it's very odd, in a brilliantly heart-stopping kind of way and when he deepens the kiss, Arthur licking into his mouth with urgency and affection and a desperate need for reciprocation, Merlin kisses back in a mad way that he hopes conveys the thought, Not all the magic in the world could make me feel this way.

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	syrosis 2009-03-25 10:23 am UTC (link)
	OMG! This is MAGICK! You should totally continue this! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	archaeologist_d 2009-03-25 12:10 pm UTC (link)
	This was brilliant. Love the way Arthur was explaining himself not well at all and Merlin getting confused by it. Loved that Merlin used magic and it didn't make any difference because they were already in love. Wonderful. Is there more? (Reply to this) (Parent)

	sigmaflare_spaz 2009-03-25 08:20 pm UTC (link)
	that was just everything. Funny, sexy, heart warming, sexy and the bit with the empty magic, jesus I'm gonna have to go kidnap my boyfriend from work now. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	derryere 2009-03-24 10:08 pm UTC (link)
	SNORTS Can you believe that last sentence? IDEK, MAN. IDEK. crawls under a rock or something (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

	bookshop 2009-03-24 10:31 pm UTC (link)
	OH MY GOD IT'S LIKE A NOVELLA A COMMENTELLA I HAVE TO LEAVE WORK NOW BUT DFJKASDFJ;KL I GET TO READ THIS ON THE WAY HOME YAY YOU ARE A GLISTENING, SLIGHTLY MOIST BALL OF SPARKLE (Reply to this) (Parent)

	mawaridi 2009-03-24 10:58 pm UTC (link)
	I LOVE IT! <3 In fact, I love the whole thing! It's so angsty and adorable! Boys! Eee! Would you believe this post and its comments is the first Merlin fic I've ever read?? I was too afraid it would be crap. But it isn't! Whee! (Reply to this) (Parent)(Thread)

derryere
2009-03-25 01:01 am UTC (link)

GOD, I don't even KNOW where all that angst came from. I just wanted Merlin to blow stuff up and for Arthur to go, AWEOMSAUCE! :D

I was too afraid it would be crap. But it isn't! Whee! AHMYGOSH, NO, Merlin fic is BRILLIANT! I mean, of course it's not ALWAYS--you know. But there are some really, really, REALLY brilliant writers around here. Every other day I'm practically on the FLOOR flailing at how much talent there's all around. SO I SHALL HAVE TO ~~PROD~~ ENCOURAGE YOU TO READ AS MUCH MERLIN FIC AS YOU CAN. I've been doing just that for the past three months and I still am not NEAR to having had enough :3

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bookshop
2009-03-25 12:01 am UTC (link)

this is just. dsfklajds so wonderful, just. oh god. I AM ASHAMED TO HAVE MADE YOU POST THIS IN THE COMMENTS OF MY VASTLY INFERIOR THING UP THERE. i lied about reading this on the way home. i mean, i did read it on the way home, but i also read it once before i left, all out of order too because my mobile was confused, and there was a part missing, and then all your edits, so i read it again (out of order) on my way home, and then i got home and read it a THIRD time, and realized HEY WOW THERE WAS A WHOLE PART THERE I MISSED, and then i read it a fourth time all the way through, and the point is that even reading it out of order with parts missing my heart was in my throat and this was amazing.

I WANT THE BEGINNING OF THIS FIC. AND THE MIDDLE. AND THE END OF THE END, AS IN, WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THIS. I KNOW YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. god this was so good. did i mention my great shame, i just want to make that clear. Ugh. I need to know why Arthur is so - so still in Uther's office! What became of that prick Valmer? DO THEY GO FLYING AFTER THIS. HOW DOES MERLIN HAVE NO IDEA FOR FIVE YEARS OH MY GOD. OH GOD ON SECOND THOUGHT I DON'T KNOW IF I COULD TAKE IT. AHHH. WHICH MEANS YOU HAVE TO TELL ME.

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derryere
2009-03-25 12:34 am UTC (link)

I AM ASHAMED TO HAVE MADE YOU POST THIS IN THE COMMENTS OF MY VASTLY INFERIOR THING AHSFDKJSHF?! OH NO YOU DON'T. THIS WAS TOTALLY SUPPOSED TO BE FUN AND HOT, WHICH YOURS WAS TO THE MAX, and then I just went and harshed the mellow with emo. EMO DOESN'T MAKE IT BETTER THOUGH. IT MAKES IT EMO.

and then all your edits XD XD

and realized HEY WOW THERE WAS A WHOLE PART THERE I MISSED HAHA HOW CONFUSED WERE YOU? It barely makes any sense with all the parts up there. GAH.

I need to know why Arthur is so - so still in Uther's office! OH I DID MEAN TO INCLUDE THAT! Haha I forgot. He's ~quiet~ because he thought that if he'd start talking then he'd say something stupid like HDSKJFH YOU CAN'T FIRE HIM DAD I LOVE HIM SFM YOU CAN'T OKAY.

What became of that prick Valmer? Arthur probably did something sneaky like FRAME him. So he got fired. VALMER WAS MY MODERN TAKE ON VALIANT. I didn't know what to do w/ the snakes, though, but I figured--hey, he'd probably be one of those assholes who'd say asshole things about people anyway.

DO THEY GO FLYING AFTER THIS. PROBABLY. AND THERE'S FLYING!PORN, TOO, PROBABLY.

HOW DOES MERLIN HAVE NO IDEA FOR FIVE YEARS OH MY GOD. HE'S GOT ASS FOR BRAINS.

Dhkdjfhkjdh ok. OK WAIT. I have the big bang. And then a few other fics that need finishing but. BUT. I COULD. MAYBE ADD SOME. SCENES. SOMETIME. OR--kasjdfhj *fandom meltdown*

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	loftily 2009-03-25 04:37 am UTC (link)
	BEST REVEAL EVER, I'M NOT EVEN LYING. THE KISS "SPELL", OMG. BEST COMMENTELLA EVER ALSO. YES. (Reply to this) (Parent)

	fireflower314 2009-03-25 05:55 am UTC (link)
	BEST COMMENTELLA EVERRR. Oh boys!! (Reply to this) (Parent)

	gwy 2009-03-25 07:35 am UTC (link)
	THAT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL :D ♥ And awesome. And angsty. MUCH LOVE ♥ get back from under the ROCK tries to get you back COME OOON. HA. ♥ (Reply to this) (Parent)

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