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Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness #15

Sat, 04 Oct 2008 16:12:24 GMT

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Poor Camus. I really rarely pick on him XD;

New Here ^_^

Fri, 03 Oct 2008 08:45:25 GMT

Hi! I'm new to this community.

Could you please help me with this? Where can I find the bios of Meine Liebe main guys? That includes their age, birthday, nationality, etc...

I'm just curious about it. I searched on Wikipedia, but nothing tells about their birthday and age. Only some infos about the characters.

Hope you can help me. Thanks!

Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness #14

Thu, 02 Oct 2008 11:55:16 GMT

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Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness #13

Mon, 29 Sep 2008 16:48:46 GMT

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STOP THE PRESSES

Sun, 28 Sep 2008 06:21:10 GMT

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Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness #12

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 14:57:35 GMT

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Of which I respond to my own challenge XD

Sun, 21 Sep 2008 13:41:37 GMT

Title: Prelude
Prompt: #8 Miss
Warning: Non-humor. I don't write non-humor often ^^;
Disclaimer: Owns nothing (but borrows heavily)
Summary: Everything has a beginning. Drabble-ish. Naoji-centric.

It's always the near-misses that bother him. The straying arrow, the sound of steel slicing bare air, the final word that dances away from the poet in that last crucial verse.

It makes him feel vulnerable. Weak. The grasp he has over his own destiny slipping just a fraction further at each sunset...

He sits there, in the golden glow, his thoughts whispering in discontent over the murmur of students around him, sinking into their dinners and juicy chatter that only drives him deeper into the background. In the window, his reflection regards him with a trace of a frown, the memory of the day's misses sending disturbing ripples through his mind.

He is frustrated.

He is resigned.

He is concerned. Too concerned.

He does not care enough.

He pushes back a loose dark strand, which dared to leave the safety of his bangs.

He sighs, unbidden.

He ponders what he would have done differently. If he could have done them differently.

He is... not alone.

The footsteps die away behind his turned back, and hazel eyes widen slightly at the vision reflected there, on the smooth, glowing surface of the glass, bold and stark against his grey existence.

He tears himself away, his expression guarded as turns to face this newcomer, this stranger, lifting his eyes upwards across the expanse of purple and sleek, luxurious locks.

Their gazes meet. His eyes are a beautiful, uncommon, shade of violet.

Are you the exchange student from Japan ?

The question is smooth and melodic in his ears.

He could not help but notice then, that the entire hall had fallen deathly quiet.

A/N: A sort-of retelling of the famous first meeting *sigh* I don't write non-humor often, so if this is less than acceptable, call me on it ^^;

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 15:55:27 GMT

Posting my second response to sableblanc 's fic challenge. And I am not entirely sure if this fits the prompt, and is not in fact fundamentally wrong on some points. Anyway onwards.

Title: Chevalier
Prompt: Chivalry
Pairing/s: None
Warning: OOCness, a possible lack of knowledge when it comes to the meanings of words, and as always my writing.
Disclaimer: This is quite unnecessary really, its quite obvious that I have to claim when it comes to this series.
Summary: Social events and a certain Strahl candidate's opinion of them.

Chevalier

He stood detached form the crowd, though not so far as to appear to be apart from it, just at its extreme edge, wishing that he could be anywhere, but where he was.

It was not that he detested these so called social events that the nobility was obliged to host every once in a while, they were quite enjoyable in fact. It was the exchanging of pleasantries with the various Lords and Ladies, like they were not going to turn around and whisper things that many dared not say aloud, about him, was quite another thing. Then there were those that would tell him quite politely, in all the lovely mannerisms of the gentry that they didn't care much for his existence.

And he would just have to stand and endure it all, as he father that instructed him, for it was what chivalry dictates, and perhaps, his father never failed to add, they might realize that their previous opinions of him were quite wrong.

His father; as good a man, as he was, was rather foolishly optimistic, especially when it came to this particular subject anyway, he silently mused to himself, as he politely told the wife of the Duke, or was it the Marquis now? That he was having a perfectly lovely time at school, and watched her walk over to another woman, and whisper something to her behind her fan.

Chivalry, decided Eduard, was in actuality polite hypocrisy.

Iconers, where art thou ?

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 08:14:06 GMT

UPDATE: Added links given by fujitsubo
UPDATE2: Added links submitted by pearlchasm
UPDATE3: Added links by sekitx2 (includes banners/others) and nurissa . Added my own (tho' I'm not much of an iconer, most are funny/odd than pretty unfortunately XD). Inserted message for icon-users.

I suddenly feel the need to make a list of every Meine Liebe iconer out there, FEW as they are, for the comm's reference <3

If you know of any others, COMMENT and I'll update the post ^^

http://fujitsubo.livejournal.com/5361.html#cutid1
http://pearlchasm.livejournal.com/22473.html#cutid1
http://pearlchasm.livejournal.com/24309.html#cutid1
http://community.livejournal.com/iconfiend100/tag/meine+liebe
http://community.livejournal.com/robotsex/tag/meine+liebe
http://community.livejournal.com/lime_iconage/tag/meine+liebe
http://community.livejournal.com/sushi_milk/tag/animanga:+meine+liebe(coming soon)
http://firebird-88.livejournal.com/50013.html#cutid1
http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v415/sekitx2/MYI/?start=all
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http://nurissa.livejournal.com/116590.html#cutid1
http://sableblanc.livejournal.com/tag/icons

ICON-USERS, a reminder on the unspoken code of courtesy ^^ :
- Icons should be given due credit to its creators
- Icons are not bases
- Icons should be stored on your own (like uploaded to your gallery or userpics). No hot-linking please.

@pearl, I might have missed some, in between your LJ, </lj></lj>lime_iconage and sushi_milk ^^; Corrections welcome~

Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness #11

Sat, 20 Sep 2008 08:01:44 GMT

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Fics!!

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 20:52:26 GMT

Okay, since I have been unable to post one fic per day for the last few days, here are more of my responses to sableblanc's challenge.

Titles: Dance Lesson; In The Conservatory; Something To Take Into Account; Question; Omake: Erika Reading...
Ratings: All ages, nothing objectionable
Warnings?: Shounen-ai in Dance Lesson; crossover of Haruka in Question
Pairings?: Ed/Naoji in Dance Lesson
Disclaimer: I do not own Meine Liebe, nor do I own Harukanaru Toki no Nala de or Fushigi Yuugi
Prompts: Dance; Whisper; Provoke; Confusion

"Hey, Nao?"

Naoji turned to his lover who was lying on the grass beside him. "What is it, Ed?"

"I was just thinking...you've become very accustomed to the dances we have to learn here."

"Ah, I learned from an early age. I used to dance with my dear grandmother when I visited her and grandfather."

"I see. Well, I was wondering..."

Naoji waited patiently for Eduard to voice his thoughts.

"How different are the dances here to the dances back in Japan?"

"It depends on how one looks at it, I suppose, however, in my opinion, they differ quite a lot. For example, the music one dances to. If you tried to play the music one dances to the waltz whilst dancing a traditional Japanese dance, it would not work out."

Eduard sat up suddenly. "Can you show me an example?"

"I'm afraid it's hard when one doesn't have the right music."

"Even if I played something for you to dance to?"

"Afraid so. Hold on, maybe I can teach you a dance. It's very simple. It's a bon dance."

"Bon dance?"

"During a festival, people dance around a large bon fire. It really is a simple dance as even children join in."

"What's it like?"

"As you step, you move your arms, keeping to the beat and flow of the music." He sat up and got to his feet. He then offered to help Eduard up.

"Are you sure it's simple?" Eduard questioned as he took hold of Naoji's hand and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

"I promise, it is very simple."

Orpherus, Ludwig and Camus were searching for their friends when they heard a gentle voice sing in a foreign language. They knew right away the voice belonged to Naoji.

Ludwig was the first to arrive at the scene and was surprised by what he saw. Those movements...they are different, yet no less graceful, he thought to himself as he heard Camus and Orpherus approach him.

"What is going on, Lui?" Camus asked of his cousin.

"It looks like Ed and Naoji are dancing," Orpherus remarked in a hushed tone, as if afraid his voice would halt the scene before them.

Naoji finished singing and the dance ended. Eduard turned to Naoji. "That really was simple."

"You did very well, Ed," Naoji whispered as he stepped closer to the redhead. "And here is your reward." Unknowing of their witnesses, Naoji leaned in and gave Eduard a gentle kiss on the lips. He felt it being reciprocated immediately.

Camus started to blush lightly, though he wasn't unfamiliar with his friends kissing each other.

The kiss ended, and both young men held each other close in a loving embrace. "Can you teach me more dances?" Eduard whispered.

"In due time, Ed, in due time," Naoji replied just as softly.

"You appear to be growing splendidly," Camus murmured as he sprinkled some fresh water over a single rose. "The colouring of your petals is very vibrant." He smiled as he heard words of gratitude and then shook his head. "No, it is not because of me, but because you have strived to be so beautiful." He heard more words from other flowers in the conservatory. "Yes, I am very pleased that all of you had desired to be so beautiful, because if you didn't, there was no possible way for me to help you." He heard even more gentle calls from the other side of the conservatory. He felt at peace.

Not everyone was able to speak with flowers as he did, nor did others understand that helped the flowers to grow, they all thought it was ridiculous. Well, all except his friends. His thoughts must've reached the flowers, because the next words he heard concerned his friends. "I will be certain to let them know."

He recalled one time some flowers felt troubled because Orpherus was in a bad mood after yet another confrontation with Ludwig. A smile graced his lips as he then recalled after he'd told Orpherus about the flowers' distress, his friend approached one nearby and apologised to it. It seemed as if a whisper from the flowers had also calmed Orpherus' heart because they did feel much more calm as well.

Music wafted into the conservatory, Eduard was playing the piano again. Camus heard every flower offer praise, he even heard some start to sing along to the tune.

It was late evening when Camus returned that he heard whispers of distress. He made his way to where the flowers directed him and saw one daffodil he'd become fond of, as he did all of his beloved flowers, his children. The flower was dead. Camus gently placed a finger on the petals, careful not to break them off with just his touch. He leaned down to it and whispered tenderly, "I thank you for having graced this conservatory, no this academy, with your presence. I am pleased I was able to see your petals had become such a vibrant yellow that you outmatched the sun."

He moved to get a small shovel and carefully dug it out of the soil, roots and all. He lay the shovel down and held the flower in two hands. He gazed upon it sadly. He knew flowers didn't ever live very long, even so, he loved all of the flowers he took care of, the death of each flower brought sorrow to his heart. He knelt down near a small pile and tenderly placed the flower on top. The pile was to be burned, but not in a cruel manner, it was as if the flowers were being cremated in his mind.

The next morning, though there was still some sorrow among the flowers, and the one who tended to them, each flower whispered that they would become even more vibrant than they were. Camus heard those whispers and nodded. "I promise I shall help you all to achieve that."

It was hard to provoke Camus, he was such a gentle person that he rarely ever got angry. It was quickly learned in his first year at the academy when some students decided to see what could make him angry. He didn't become angry, just curious as to why the students were doing that.

It was hard to provoke Naoji, many have learned that he had a peaceful demeanor. If someone did come close to ticking him off, he would go off on his own to meditate and calm himself. But, never has he actually struck at someone out of pure rage.

However hard it was to provoke those two, if word reached Ludwig about what was being done to them, those responsible would learn quickly that it would not be a good idea.

It was hard to provoke Camus, the students learned that.

It was hard to provoke Naoji, the students learned that.

But, if it concerned Naoji and/or Camus, it was not hard to provoke Ludwig, the students learned that.

Naoji and Yasuaki both stood there facing a young woman. "Is there something we can help you with?" Naoji asked politely.

"Actually, yes. I was trying to work out something, but I couldn't. So, I decided maybe it would be best to ask both of you."

"We are both from different worlds...from different series...we may not be able to help you."

"Please try?"

"Mondai nai," Yasuaki replied.

"Very well," Naoji concurred.

"Thank you. Now, I would like you to answer this question, if you would." She pulled out an easel and set two large pictures onto it. She didn't fail to notice both of them blanching. "Okay, here we have Kotengu who tends to follow Yasuaki around screaming about being returned to his true form or else. And this is Marin, an over-obsessive fangirl who tends to follow especially the Strahl Candidates or any other good looking males in the vicinity. So, here's what I'd like to know. Who, in your opinion, is the most annoying?"

Yasuaki and Naoji both thought hard about it.

Ten minutes had passed, and they were still thinking about it. Without warning, Yasuaki suddenly turned to walk away.

She called after him, but he didn't return.

Naoji smiled in an apologetic manner. "I'm sorry, but I am afraid that it really is hard to choose between both of them."

"I see. I thought that would be the answer. Thank you anyway, Naoji."

(Inspired by a comment I made about how Marin is like the "Kotengu" of Meine Liebe)

Erika sat in the conservatory reading a copy of her favourite book Universe of the Four Gods.

Camus became tense. "Erika, I am afraid something terrible is about to happen," he said to her, his voice sounding a bit tight.

Erika heard Camus' warning. "I promise I will take care, Camus." As she continued reading, her eyes widened in shock upon what was happening. Tears filled her expressive eyes, one escaping and rolling down her cheek.

Orpherus, Eduard. Ludwig and Naoji entered the conservatory a few minutes later and were surprised to see both Erika and Camus in tears. Eduard hurried to his sister's side while Naoji went to Camus. "Erika, what's the matter?" Orpherus asked as he sat on her other side.

Erika shook her head. "It's nothing, really."

Naoji asked Camus what was wrong with him, and Camus also shook his head. "I could sense that something terrible was about to happen in the book Erika was reading, and she has just finished reading that very moment."

"What happened?" Eduard asked.

Erika took a deep breath. "Nuriko died..."

Ludwig nearly faltered in his steps when he heard her say that. She is distraught because a fictional character died?!

"Camus, have you read the book before?" Naoji asked gently.

The smaller boy shook his head. "Never."

(I have yet to finish reading all of the manga, so I don't know if it's revealed that Erika is Ed's sister or not, but in this she is.)

And that's all of them. Please leave a comment to let me know what you thought.

Ficlet: Security Dilemma

Thu, 18 Sep 2008 19:31:06 GMT

This is my second time posting in the comm, I believe; I finally gathered all my courage up and tried my hand at a drabble for ML in English. I hope it's not too out of character. This is my response to the fic challenge issued by sableblanc.

Title: Security Dilemma
Prompt: #15 - Dilemma
Pairing: LudwigxOrpherus
Warning: Yaoi; possibly boring talk and different views on International Relations; expected weird English (English is not my native tongue).
Disclaimer: I do not own Meine Liebe.
Summary: Idealism and realism scholars never reached such a fine agreement before.

"You are wrong."

A tired sigh left Eduard's lips as he closed his eyes for a moment; he was sure that Naoji and Camus were mentally preparing themselves for yet another debate.

"I am hardly surprised to notice that you failed to elaborate your answer and thus explain why you imagine that your inferior thinking stands a chance."

Orpherus placed both gloved hands on top of the wooden table, the object being the exact distance from his blonde figure to Ludwig, who remained seated on one of his favourite chairs at the library, arms crossed over his chest and a haughty look on his face.

"Nations do not tend to war as if they were some kind of power-driven beasts; they tend to mutual cooperation and the progressive abandonment of force."

The faintest trace of a rather snobbish smile tugged the corners of the future Duke up, who now stood up and mirrored Orpherus' position. Three pairs of eyes watched as the duo seemed to forget about their presence - or the rest of the world, for the matter.

"You speak of fairytales, Orpherus. States are always drawn into conflict, possibly even war, even though none of the states actually desire it. Military and economic power are the reasons behind every move from every country."

The outraged look on the blonde's face preceded the very predictable way his body leant slightly forward, almost as if the head of the Görz house was trying to reduce his opponent to dust with the sheer intensity of his gaze.

"So you are saying that since conflict is inevitable, the only way out is to fight violence with violence? That is merely falling in to the Machiavellian trap," the blonde made a small sound of disdain, shaking his head. "That is the same as saying that we do not have the ability to learn and change things. This is exactly why I say we must disarm ourselves and set the example."

A small fly came from outside, easily entering the library from one of the windows. It immediately became the target of Ed's attention, while Camus tried very hard to clean the hem of his shorts from dirty he had not noticed before - probably from the greenhouse - and Naoji's gaze unfocused, as if his mind was back in Japan and not in Küchen.

"Example? Example of a failure, surely." the long-haired Strahl candidate replied, twisting his lips into an arrogant smirk, "It is only wise to do as the other countries do. War is approaching and whether you like it or not, Orpherus, I'd rather have Küchen well-armed and prepared for when it does."

"That is a security dilemma and you know it. The more you try to increase our force, the more vulnerable you leave our country!"

"And thus we enter war. This is exactly what I have been trying to tell you for the past thirty minutes: one must be mad to remove our troops from the frontier and let the smallest sign of rendition reach the other kingdoms. War is near and it is at least suicidal to believe that the other nations will not act upon the removal of our security from the borders." Long and dark purple hair framed Ludwig's beautiful face, his eyes gleaming with the fire which only a heated discussion could produce.

The voice of the headmaster came from the speakers recently installed within the Academy grounds, summoning the three non-debating Strahl candidates to his office. The trio immediately rose and exited the library, whispering apologies for leaving so suddenly and barely hiding the relief from their faces.

Despite the absence of their usual companions, the library felt smaller than it ever did; it was a collateral effect of some sort from their inflamed arguments, their egos and thirsty for victory making up for the lack of physical presence of other human beings.

Orpherus rounded the table, taking a few steps before halting his moves just beside the middle of the table. Arms crossed over his turquoise uniform, he stared at his opponent, "I strongly dislike the way you portray humans. It is almost as if we could switch from being hunter to prey when there is no such a thing."

"No such a thing?", the Duke-to-be inquired, his tone faintly amused but with a dangerous edge to it. The taller figure of Ludwig also moved, coming to stand right in front of the other student; the King's nephew looked considerably more intimidating when closer like that. "Are you quite sure, Orpherus?"

A couple of steps from Ludwig and unconscious moves from the blonde left Orpherus pressed against the table, the edge of the object uncomfortable against his back as the dark-haired youth inched even closer, trapping him with his arms. The blue-eyed boy could think of nothing as he felt the soft caresses from the other student's hair against his face, Ludwig's lips millimetres from his left ear.

"Are you sure, Orpherus?", he spoke again, his tone low and husky and with the slightest trace of malice, "Because I certainly feel like the hunter at the moment and you do look like my prey."

If there was something which Orpherus really detested, it was to have his own words turned against him - something Ludwig tended to do quite a lot. Refusing to remain trapped like that, the blonde immediately reached up with both hands, grabbing his rival's luscious hair with vigour and slamming his lips against Ludwig's fiercely.

The kiss was intense and breath-taking, the world forgotten by them as their tongues intertwined and danced, their bodies moving of their own accord. When the duo parted for air, the Duke-to-be was half sitting on the table, his left leg dangling from the wooden surface while Orpherus supported his weight with one hand, the other gloved fingers still buried in the long silky strands of hair.

A proud smile graced the blonde's lips - a gesture which was not mirrored by the other student.

"Perhaps I'm starting to see your point regarding the division of humans into hunter and prey," the blue-eyed student said in an equally husky tone, his gaze fixed on the dark-haired youth so intently that he did not miss the beginning of the mischievous yet arrogant smirk which soon made itself present on the other's face.

"It would seem, Orpherus, that perhaps you are not a completely lost case."

A/N: I hope the ficlet was enjoyable. n_n On a last note, I'd like to say that what really prompted me to write this was my own study of certain theories from International Relations: realism (which I see Lui supporting), idealism (which, in turn, I see Orphe supporting) and the very interesting notion of the security dilemma, a figure studied by the Realistic scholars.

I believe I may have messed with the theories and such so they could fit better in the small story I had in my head, so I apologise - for that and for any bizarre wording and/or sentence you happen to come across to, since I'm not sure if my attempt at this fanfiction captured the atmosphere of ML the way I wanted. :/

Kissu!

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 13:11:18 GMT

Hi all!

This is just a quick post to let everyone know that I have a few Meine Liebe items for sale [[ HERE ]]

Thanks for looking & please feel free to let me know if you're interested in anything! :)

Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness #10

Tue, 16 Sep 2008 21:17:39 GMT

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Comments welcome, as usual ~

Fic: A matter of Irritation

Sun, 14 Sep 2008 15:44:59 GMT

As part of my decision to stop lurking on this comm, I bring my first post in the form of a drabble, which is in responce to sableblanc 's fic challenge.

Title: A matter of Irritation
Prompt: Provoke
Pairing/s: Lui/Orphe
Warning: mentions of yaoi ... and my writting.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: On the matter of Lui and Orphe's many debates.

A matter of Irritation

To most of the students of the prestigious Rozenstolz Academy, and the casual observer the many long winded arguments between two particular Strahl Candidates, were nothing more than just that. The two young men sharpening their wit and intellect on each other, according to some members of the staff. There were some who were of the opinion that, the two being unable to settle their differences the way those of lower status than theirs would, would indulge in a daily war of words.

A few of the students, those that supported Ludwig, believed that the way he sometimes deliberately provoked Orpherus into one of their infamous debates, was his way of proving his superiority over his not so worthy opponent.

However the hidden truth behind the almost routine verbal sparing was known to only a few, those who had perhaps known the two for quite a substantial period of time. It was these few who knew that in the end all remarks and casual comments that Lui, directed at Orphe were just the means of achieving a particularly enjoyable end.

That being falling asleep at night still entangled in the sheets and Orphe's limbs.

END.

When I read the prompt I could not get the Idea of Lui seducing Orphe by provoking him out of my mind, the drabble is the result.
This is my first Meine Liebe drabble so be kind.

Fic: Perfect Opportunity

Sun, 14 Sep 2008 11:10:04 GMT

Okay, everyone, I'm here with a new fic! This is a response to sableblanc's fic challenge (see previous post).

I would just like to say I blame all of those old Roadrunner cartoons for this idea that came to mind! Ah well, here we go...

Title: Perfect Opportunity
Prompt: Chance
Rating: All ages, nothing objectionable
Pairings?: None mentioned
Warnings?: Numerous corny/cliche traps, over-obsessive fangirl
Summary: Marin is desperate to catch her future husband, and will use whatever means necessary
Disclaimer: I do not, nor never will, own Meine Liebe.

She giggled to herself, sounding pretty scary to anyone nearby. I can't fail this time, I will be able to catch my future husband! She gazed out the window of the hallway upon the group of males making their way to the conservatory.

Camus tensed slightly which managed to catch the attention of his friends. "What's wrong?" Ludwig asked.

Camus just shook his head. "No, it's nothing." He hurried to keep up with them. Or so I say, but something very troublesome is going to happen today.

She hid behind a tree, keeping out of sight of the five young men. She had all of her equipment ready...as soon as they stepped out, she was going to pounce upon her poor unsuspecting victims.

"Ah, please excuse me, Camus, I am afraid I need to train. I will see you all later," Naoji stated as he set down his watering can and made his way out of the conservatory.

"Wait, I'll come with you," Eduard called as he got to his feet and jogged slightly until he was beside Naoji.

She saw her perfect opportunity. She waited until the conservatory door closed behind them and then went to throw her net over them. Unfortunately, she hadn't noticed she was standing on it and managed to tangle herself in it. She quickly threw it off and went to throw it again, but noticed they were gone. Attempt at capturing Naoji and Eduard: failed.

She was waiting again, this time she made certain that she wasn't standing on anything of hers.

"If you will excuse me, Camus."

Her eyes widened, her next catch would be Ludwig. She prepared the rope she was going to throw around him and then drag him behind the tree with. She saw him leave the conservatory and close the door after himself. He was in range. She threw the rope.

Ludwig noticed some dirt on his shoe. He knelt down to wipe it off. "Hmm?" He was certain he felt something pass over his head at that moment. He dismissed it, got to his feet and made his way to the main building.

She sighed as the rope tied her to the tree. Good thing she was carrying a small knife with her, she was able to cut herself free. Attempt at capturing Ludwig: failed.

Why am I failing? I was certain my capture devices would be foolproof! Maybe I should use one of the oldest traps in the book... With that, she abandoned her post and hurried with a shovel to where she knew one of the next targets would walk. She started to dig a hole and when she was certain it was deep enough, she covered over it with some sticks and leaves. Perfect! She returned to her post and waited until her chance had arrived.

"I am afraid I must be off now, Camus, I shall see you at dinner."

Master Orpherus! She was worried the next to leave would be Camus, and so her trap would fail. However, because Orpherus was taller than both herself and Camus, she was certain her trap would work. She discreetly followed him to where the trap was set. There! Please step there! She watched as he took one step...two steps...cleared over the trap and sweatdropped. Huh?! When he was gone, she went to test it herself. She took one step onto it...two steps...and fell in. Geez, this is not my day!! Attempt at capturing Orpherus: failed.

After climbing out of her own trap, she had to think of the perfect way she'd be able to trap Camus. It would be hard though, he'd have seen the traps coming. The net was a bust, the rope was no longer usable, the trap was revealed thanks to her falling into it...she thought about another plan she could use. I know! A giant puddle of glue! Whoever said this girl was desperate obviously didn't know her, desperate was an understatement.

Camus finished tending to his flowers. "I must leave you all now, but I will return before I retire to my chambers for the evening." He set his watering can on the table and made his way out of the conservatory, locking the door after himself. A sudden image flashed in his mind and he felt tense again. However much he didn't like her chasing after him, if she was in trouble, he'd do his utmost to save her.

She sighed as she made her way back to the main building, careful not to fall into her own trap again. I was certain I wouldn't fail in capturing my future husband...where did I go wrong? She wasn't watching where she was going and nearly had a very nasty fall, if not for someone suddenly grabbing her wrist. She turned to who it was. "Master Camus?"

He sighed in relief. "I am glad I got here in time."

She looked to where she was about to step and sweatdropped. "I'm sorry, Master Camus, I just have a lot on my mind at the moment."

Camus shook his head. "As long as you are safe, that's all that matters." Next thing he knew, he was being glomped. "Marin?"

She nuzzled against him affectionately. "Thank you so much, I could've been in real trouble if I did fall!"

"It was no problem." He so desired for her to let go. Unfortunately, he couldn't see that happening anytime soon.

Marin smiled widely. Attempt at capturing Camus: success!

Eduard, Naoji and Orpherus sweatdropped. Ludwig tried to ignore the extra company. "Looks like she caught you, Camus...how did she do that?" Eduard asked.

Camus closed his eyes, wishing he were somehere else. It was hard to eat with Marin binding his arms whilst hugging his body.

"I tried capturing all of you today, but I failed each time. I was so upset about it I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and nearly had a very nasty fall. But, Master Camus saved me! And then, I took it as the perfect opportunity."

Ludwig sighed. "You let your guard down, Cousin."

Waaaa~! I am SO sorry that I allowed her to capture you, Camus~! Please forgive me!
Camus: I do forgive you. You had to write that ending for your story to work, right? I understand that, so I shall forgive you.
Thank you, Camus, you're sweet.
Camus: It's alright. Besides, this would be the first time you've had something unpleasant happen to me.
*glances towards Orpherus and gulps* I really hope you won't be after my blood, Camus...
Camus: Of course not. ^_^ Besides, if it does happen again in the future, I can always reveal your darkest secrets...

Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment to let me know what you thought! ^^

ML: Fic Challenge

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 13:00:46 GMT

As sometimes it gets a little.... lonely.... spamming by myself, I've put together a table of prompts, of which you may choose -two or more- (or maybe just one, if only one catches your fancy) and let your muse run away with it~

#1	#2	#3	#4	#5	#6	#7	#8	#9	#10
Dance	Whisper	Provoke	Confusion	Chance	Garden	Night	Miss	Chivalry	White Lie
#11	#12	#13	#14	#15	#16	#17	#18	#19	#20
Fire	Ice	Wind	Escape	Dilemma	Knowing	Dragon	Sunshine	Chess	Believe

Interpret as you will. It's up to you whether it may be a lengthy fic, a drabble or those super-micro-fics posted commonly as "quickfires". ~~Though something long-ish would be good, the fandom really needs it imho ^^~~

To those participating, would you be so nice as to make your entries as a separate post and not as a comment ? It's easier for others to read and comment on ~~and potentially increase overall spammage in the comm ^_-~~ <3

Happy writing ^^

Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness #9

Sat, 13 Sep 2008 09:18:30 GMT

From the number of responses from the last poll and comments, I'm happy to note that everyone here has excellent memories ^^ But apparently LJ *doesn't*, as some of us cannot/no longer see the results of the initial poll XD So if you feel like it, perhaps you could also vote again anyway ? ^^

On the other hand, if you're positively bored maybe you might like this new poll ?

View Poll: Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness#9

A Case of Amnesia

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 15:52:13 GMT

View Poll: Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness ???

This is a bit more than your ordinary poll. Leave your comments as usual, especially if you've
figured this out XD

@sekitx2 , I bet you, they WILL rofl

Hair Problem

Thu, 11 Sep 2008 04:58:41 GMT

::sigh::

So, I have a rather pathetic problem. I'm cosplaying as Lui for Yaoi-Con, and I can't, for the life of me, decide on a wig color. I know his hair is really just black, but...you know how the anime directors love to screw with our heads by highlighting with different shades depending on the lighting, mood, star alignment, etc.? Yeah...that's my issue.

SO! A poll! (shocker, right?)

View Poll: Lui's Hair

Thanks, guys! I'm pulling my hair out over here (no pun intended...)

A step up from pointless scribbling is semi-pointless scribbling...

Sun, 07 Sep 2008 14:26:22 GMT

Title: The Truth Of The Matter
Genre: Humor
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Orphe/Lui/Ed/Naoji/Camus
Summary: The title is pretty much it. A micro-sized insight for each Strahl. Post-Rosenstolz.

AMBITION
At age twenty three, Marmelade nahe Gorz was widely respected as one of the brighter names on the political map and the author of two or three major reforms. Those close to the family remarked he had come a long way from the boy who told his parents he wanted to become a highwayman.

STATE SECRET
Lords, dukes, princes. Ludwig had bested them all in a battle of words, but the secret remains if he ever won an argument with his mother.

TOLD YOU SO
Aides in the office of Viscount Braunschweig balked when the man in question breezed in that morning. Eduard returned the glasses to Ludwig later that day, vexed to learn that things "do move a lot faster around the office if you looked at them 'that way'".

RESPECT
They were wary. It wasn't enough to have Foster as a benefactor, or to have his mother's blood in his veins. So at the end of the fifth day in office, 'the foreign Herr' rounded up all his staff for an evening out, lightly scolding them when he was the only one able to stand much later that night. "They look at me rather differently now," he confided to an amused Ludwig, over lunch the next day.

PERKS
One does not often mention of working in the office of Camus Luneberg, unless that hapless person wanted to be flayed alive by envious glares. It had not escaped notice of the rest that that infernal office seemed to avoid its fair share of trouble. Like the time those lucky people escaped with an early dismissal and thus avoided the hell of being snowed in for the next two nights.

A/N: "Told You So" is really a by-product of the glasses banter with imperial_artist ~</div>

There's a time for everything, even to pick on our favorite Herzog

Sun, 07 Sep 2008 11:37:34 GMT

View Poll: Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness#8

At the risk of pointing out the obvious...

Tue, 02 Sep 2008 15:51:10 GMT

There is something about this comm which can't quite keep spam away.

Quite.

View Poll: Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness#7

Great comments in the last poll. And the idea of Lui as Kuchen's *coughBarbaraCartlandcough* is just hilarious~

I feel poll-ish

Thu, 14 Aug 2008 14:53:48 GMT

View Poll: Meine Liebe: Poll of Randomness#6