oh, excellent. :P

Steroids = bad idea for phinnias. They're not supposed to make the breathing condition you're taking them for worse, right? Yeah, I think not too.

(I'm okay, really; it's not OMFG URGENT CARE WORLD LAND kind of not-breathing, I don't think. Have paged dr's answering service.)

omgcute

Risk management. Worksafe; totally freaking ADORABLE.

I'm okay, honest; I'm tired, but I used my other inhaler and the breathing's better now. Promise. :-)

so, um

The nice people at housefic_meta asked me to answer some questions about my writing-ficcy-stuff: so if you want to ask anything about that or you just want to see me answer a bunch of neat questions, go over there and ask. It'll be fun!

*scuffs toe in dirt* umhi.

Shuckins, y'all, I'm really not used to this. *laugh* I'm just zis girl, you know?

nanofic: hands and hearts

for blackfelicula, who asked for more of the lesbian cybergeishas.

Nami cooks for us. I like to watch her cook; her hands are graceful as they move the rocker knife, the hammered steel throwing stars of light across the kitchen.

I am in awe of her hands; they move like pale moths through the halflight of the room. They are sensitive yet strong, steel in silk - able to prune back roses with determination and vigor, and to give me such pleasure with their warmth and cleverness.

They are only one of many things I adore about her - and this fact, this adoration, is a source of anxiety; for Nami is my weak spot, my heart that walks outside my body.

"What are you thinking?" she asks, and holds a piece of o-toro between two chopsticks for me.

"About you, dear one." It melts in my mouth; I push the worries to ground, and smile. "As always."

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