Feb. 17th, 2008

*flail*

Feb. 17th, 2008 11:14 am
karanguni: (HOUSE kills)
Final Fantasy XII fic is eating my life. It's not supposed to eat my life. Replaying everything is not supposed to make me want to write endless streams of Balthier. ;_; What was meant to be a three hundred word prelude is turning into a thousand words of fic, and I haven't even reached the main plot yet. WHAT IS THIS. WHAT IS THIS. Please stop doing this to my fingers nghgnghngh.

In other news, watched the first few episodes of Entourage. Vincent is, uh, amazing. And him and E? Amazingly gay. Then I went to re-read Backstroke of the West, which never fails to kill me very hard every single time. Oh, Star Wars. He is in my behind! George Lucas should totally hire these Chinese translators.

[Edit] HOUSE. SEASON 4. EPISODE 12. EVEN AFTER A ONE YEAR FAST FROM YOU, YOU STILL KICK ASS, GREGORY HOUSE, YOU STILL KICK SO MUCH HAPPY, GAY, WILSON TORTURING ASS.
karanguni: (BALTHIER works)
Title: Reins of History
Rating: PG (genfic)
Summary: Vaan and Penelo play catch up with two sky pirates, one of whom is a leading man quite unwilling to act anymore.
Characters: Balthier, Fran, Vaan, Penelo, splitsecond appearance by Boobsy Woman Elza.

1536 words. First part (prelude, really!) to a planned series revolving around Balthier, because the boy won't shut up even when gagged. He'd probably enjoy it, too.


It was what Master Reddas would have wanted, and in any case, you're the only one who's got enough decency and brains to take over the port, you pig headed, obstinate, self-centred dandy. )

 

A universe of unmapped grief and love
And new master light is beyond
The pleiades and plow and southern stars.

O soaring
Icarus of outworld, burn bright
The traceries of known skymarks,
Slide the highway planets behind
Your clear waxed wings.

Go conquer the everywhere left
Beyond your sad confinement
In a predicted bonehouse,
Witch thrown riddle of flesh
And water.

O soar until nothing
remains but great glittering holes
In the black godspun shirt over your head.

- John Fairfax