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Disclaimer: A work of fiction; the recognizable people in the story belong to themselves and have never performed the actions portrayed here. I do not know the actors nor am I associated with them in any way. If you are underage, please do not read this story. I am not making any profit from these stories, nor do I mean any harm.

Title: Maraon. 1
Authors: Rynalwyn ( and Dani
Pairing: bb/dm
Rating: R
Warning: mild non-consensual sexual contact, mild violence, implied past sexual, emotional and physical abuse...
Summary: a Roman soldier fights for his life in the Scottish wilderness
Archive: Rynalwyn's site, [ profile] escribo, anywhere else, please ask
Notes: Thanks to Kia for the very thorough beta. This AU is set very loosely during the Roman invasions of Scotland in the 1st and 2nd centuries. Please do not go in looking for a lot of historical accuracy.

Dominic paced as far as the ropes binding him would allow. He'd walked the same path around the room so often that the dirt floor was packed hard beneath his feet. As he had expected, the trial had been a farce. The thin hope that had sustained him since his arrest had deserted him, leaving him desolate and despondent. Now, convicted of a crime he did not commit, he waited, bound and alone, for the completion of his death sentence.

Despite nearly six years in the service of the Empire, Dominic was little more than a rank and file soldier. His word held little weight against that of the commander. He shuddered at the thought of Laeneus, one of the most beloved and respected men in Rome. Dominic often wondered if he was the only one who knew what kind of a man the Commander truly was, but couldn't fault those who believed otherwise. On the surface, Laeneus seemed to be a citizen of the highest calibre--a handsome and strong leader of men, a brilliant strategist in battle, and completely dedicated to the glory of Rome. Dominic was once among those men who looked to Laeneus as a hero and role model; he was thrilled when the Commander had taken such an interest in him. It wasn't unusual for more experienced, high ranking soldiers to become mentors for the young, but Dominic had never expected special attention from such a man, especially so soon after he enlisted.

That pleasure and pride hadn't lasted long.

Dominic pushed the memories away, unwilling to spend his last hours reliving the fear, pain, and shame of the past six years. Weary of pacing, he settled down in a corner of the tent and stared out the door towards the setting sun. He watched as the clouds turned a hundred different shades of gold, pink, and scarlet, wondering why he'd never paid attention to it before. He closed his eyes and turned away from the fading light. There was no time left now for sunsets, no time left to see his twenty-third birthday, only a few weeks away, a day he longed for—a day that would mark the end of his obligation to the Empire and begin his freedom from the cruelty of Laeneus. Dominic’s throat tightened, and despair finally overwhelmed him as the realization sank in. At dawn, he would be led out the gate and executed. He was going to die.

The low mournful wail of a horn echoed through the camp, prompting a flurry of activity as the guards changed shifts for the night. Dominic could hear the chatter of the men posted outside his tent door as they settled in.

"Terrible night for guard duty," one of them said.

"If not for this traitor, we'd be warm in our bunks right now," replied the other.

"Hard to believe. The boy was a good soldier. Brave. And the Commander adored him. Treated him as a son."


"Hail, guards.”

Dominic froze at the familiar voice, then closed his eyes in silent prayer that he’d be left to ponder his fate in peace.

“Any trouble with the prisoner tonight?"

"No, Commander," replied one of the guards. "He's been quiet as a mouse."

"Very good. I wish to have some words with the young man. Take a break, but don’t go too far. I’ll call you if I need you."

Dominic forced himself to be still as he heard the guards shuffle away. His only comfort throughout his arrest, trial, and sentencing was the knowledge that his ordeal with Laeneus would be at an end. Now it seemed Laeneus meant to take even that small comfort from him. Dominic prayed again—silently, desperately.

"Well, little one….are you enjoying your last night in this world?"

Dominic didn't respond, but knew that Laeneus wouldn’t be ignored.

"Turn around, Laeca, and look at me."

Reluctantly, Dominic turned. Laeneus was looming in the entry, his broad muscular body blocking what was left of the fading light. He took one step inside the tent and let the flap fall closed behind him. The flickering light from the clay lamp he carried did little to illuminate his face, but Dominic didn't need to see what was already burned into his memory. The cold blue gaze visited him in his nightmares, and the scratch of his impeccably groomed beard never quite left Dominic's skin.

Laeneus set the lamp on a nearby table and turned to stare down at Dominic, who was huddled on the floor. Dominic averted his eyes, trying desperately to ignore the fear that made his stomach churn.

"Stand up." Dominic hesitated and Laeneus grabbed the ropes around Dominic's wrists, hauling him roughly to his feet. "I couldn't let you spend your last night alone." He twisted the ropes around so that Dominic was unable to move his hands at all, then traced his jawline with one fingertip. "My sweet Laeca, how I will miss you."

Dominic's skin crawled at the silky menace in that voice, but a white-hot spike of anger at the hated name given to him made him bold. "My name," he growled, glaring up into cold eyes, "is *Dominic*."

The blow was so quick that Dominic barely registered the movement before he was reeling backwards. He'd have fallen completely if it weren't for the tight grip that Laeneus still had on the rope. It left him dizzy and struggling to regain his footing, with the sharp taste of blood in his mouth.

"Your name is whatever I choose to call you. Any man under my command would have been honored to be in your position."

Dominic stood on shaky legs, and found that his defiance was not yet spent. "And do you *honor* all the men under your command as you have *honored* me?"

Laeneus’ expression darkened, and he pushed Dominic to the ground. "I have better uses for that sharp tongue of yours, *Laeca*.” Kneeling, he quickly removed the ropes from Dominic's hands. "You'll need your hands for this. They're almost as talented as your mouth."

Free from the binds, Dominic tried to crawl backwards, shaking with fear. Laeneus grabbed his chin, his nails digging into Dominic’s skin, and jerked him forward.

“Now, tell me what your name is.”

“D-Dominic.” The second blow left him on his back, reeling. He felt blood trickling down his chin and raised a shaky hand to his mouth. He cowered as Laeneus approached again.

“Say it!”

Dominic's courage failed him. "Laeca," he whispered, covering his face with his hands. Shame washed over him as he remembered how he once had longed for his commander's attention, how he'd been overjoyed that his affection was to be returned. Until he realized the cruelty of Laeneus' nature. His body shuddered as he remembered the many punishments he had suffered for that affection.


“Laeca!” Dominic’s body shook with his struggle not to cry, not to give Laeneus that satisfaction.

Grabbing Dominic by his shoulders, Laeneus pulled him up and forced a kiss upon his lips. He licked the blood from his lips as he dropped Dominic back onto the dirt. “It’s a pity you chose to displease me. But if you beg, I may let you live yet.”

Dominic looked up at the man towering over him. “Never again will I beg you for anything.”

“Oh, you will beg, Laeca. You will before the night is over. You will beg for life or you will beg for death. It matters not to me.”

Laeneus turned away and removed his cloak and belt, draping them across the table next to the lamp. Dominic's eyes were upon the ornate gold dagger that Laeneus carried and thoughts of plunging it into Laeneus' back grew in his mind. After all, he was a condemned man. What did he have to lose?
Dominic's attention was forced back to Laeneus at the sound of his low, soft laughter. Laeneus picked up the dagger, hefting it as if considering its weight, his voice heavy with amusement. "Would you like this, Laeca? Would you? Answer me."


“And tell me…what would you do with it?”

“Plunge it into your black heart.”

“Brave words. Shall we see what color your heart is?” Laeneus advanced on him like a cat, still toying with the dagger. “Remove your clothes, little one.”

Dominic froze again, his heart pounding, eyes searching the tent for an escape. He feared Laeneus more than he feared the executioner.

“I dislike repeating myself, and you are truly testing my patience,” Laeneus spat. He knelt before Dominic and held the point of the dagger to his throat, teasingly drawing the blade up and down against his skin. “Remove them, or I shall remove them myself.”

Dominic forced his shaking hands to begin undressing himself. He cringed at the laughter he heard as he pulled his tunic over his head and sat with it balled in his fist. Blinking back tears, he tried to remain very still as Laeneus drew the blade across his shoulders and down his chest.

“Please leave me alone.” Dominic hated the whimper in his voice, hated that Laeneus could hear it as well.

“Yes. Beg me. Beg me to save your worthless life. Beg me not to send a missive back to your father telling him what he has for a son.”

Dominic’s head snapped up. Having a son executed as a traitor to Rome would surely bring shame upon his family, but learning of his sexuality would destroy his father. “Please! Please don’t tell my father. I’ll do anything.”

Laeneus slipped the edge of the dagger under the leather of the necklace Dominic wore and pulled it up. “Your father will be so disappointed. His only son used as a woman by so many. He will be disgusted by you, relieved at the news of your death.”

“It’s not true. I’ve only ever been with you, and you forced me.”

“Did I? I remember once that you were very eager to please me. That you would do anything to ensure my comfort and enjoyment. Do you not wish to please me again, Laeca?”

“No. Don't make me. Please.” The thin cord of his necklace snapped, and Dominic tried to yank it from Laeneus’ grasp. “My father gave it to me!”

Laeneus put a hand in the middle of Dominic’s thin chest and pushed him back onto the ground. “I shall take it to remember you by. My own dear boy, my own Laeca.”

Stretching his heavy body over Dominic’s smaller one, Laeneus forced a kiss upon his lips. Dominic struggled, clawing in vain at Laeneus’ shoulders. His hands were wrenched above his head and a large hand pawed at his trousers. Dominic closed his eyes and went very still, trying to remove himself as he had done so often in the past. The hand slid between his thighs and he cringed, turning his head away as Laeneus stroked him roughly, his mouth descending on his chest.

“So young, so very sweet. I do not wish for you to die, only that you should learn to know your place. I protected you, gave you every advantage. You weren’t meant to crawl among the rest of the vermin, and I asked for so little in return.”

Dominic whimpered as he felt teeth sink into his chest. “That’s it, little one. Let me hear you.”

Thoughts of his family flooded Dominic’s mind. His father would be told; he had no doubt of that. Laeneus would deliver this final shame upon him and his father’s pride in his soldier son would disappear. Dominic let out a sob, knowing that he would have no peace on this, his last night of life.

Laeneus paused in his torture and raised up to look into Dominic’s face. He stroked his fingers along his cheek, leaning down to taste Dominic’s tears before forcing Dominic to look at him. “I can make all this end. I can pardon you, allow you to live. But if I do, then you must consign yourself to me.”

Dominic knew what Laeneus offered. He struggled to contain his emotions—the fear and pain that fed Laeneus. “I will not.”

“You would choose death, your father’s shame over my generous offer to allow you to live. Perhaps you do not understand exactly what it is that I offer you.” Laeneus slowly dragged his hands down Dominic’s face, encircling his neck. “Perhaps you don’t understand how fragile your life is. Or that your life belongs to me to do with as I please.”

Dominic grabbed Laeneus’ wrists, panicking as he felt the hands around his throat tighten. He gasped for breath, pulling and pushing at the body on top of him. The hands squeezing harder around his airway, Dominic feared that it was the moment of his death. He fought fiercely before he felt the pressure ease.

“I think you’re finally beginning to understand.”

Rolling onto his side, Dominic coughed and gasped for air. His tears flowed freely where he fell, the dirt gritty beneath his face. He felt Laeneus rub circles on his back, a mockery of the comfort he offered.

“Come, Laeca. Apologize and tell me that you never mean to leave me and you may be my favored one again.” He rolled Dominic onto his back and traced a pattern on his bare chest, staring hungrily.

Dominic held his breath, afraid to answer.

“Do not make me hurt you.”

Unable to watch the face of his tormentor any longer, Dominic squeezed his eyes shut. His fingernails dug into the dirt beneath him as he tried to shrink away from the hated touch.

"I'm growing weary of this game, Laeca." Laeneus stood up and walked towards the table. "On your feet. Perhaps a proper punishment will help to remind you of your place."

Dominic sat up and quickly wiped the tears from his cheeks, knowing what was to come. His back held the scars as reminders. Then he saw the dagger that Laeneus had discarded lying on the ground some feet away from him. He crawled over and picked it up.

Laeneus retrieved the belt from the table then turned to face Dominic once again, laughing when he saw the dagger in Dominic’s hand. He held his hand out. "Come, Laeca. What do you mean to do with that?"

"I mean to kill you if you do not release me."

"Release you? You would be dead within a matter of hours.” Laeneus took a few steps closer, still holding his hand out for the dagger. "Come, little one. You know that I am the only who can protect you, as I have always done in the past. This was only meant as a lesson for you, to let you appreciate how much I love you. I only wish for things to return to the way they were. Do you not wish for that as well?"

"I wish to be home with my family. I wish for none of this to have happened."

"But it has and there is no other choice for you to make. I am your only hope, all other paths led to death. Let me care for you.” Laeneus stood before Dominic, his voice gentle, calm, as if reasoning with a child. “Now...come take your punishment, dear Laeca, and things will be able to return to how they once were."

Shaking his head, Dominic retreated, still holding the dagger before him. In one smooth motion, Laeneus grasped his wrist and raised the belt to strike. Time seemed to slow down. Dominic saw the dagger move forward, as if under its own accord. Saw its tip breach Laeneus’ tunic; plunge deeply until red blossomed out from beneath it. His mouth formed a small ‘oh’ of surprise as he released the dagger and took a step backwards.

The belt fell from Laeneus’ hands. He gripped the hilt of the dagger, pulling it from his chest and dropping it onto the ground. The necklace, still wrapped around his hand, dangled, dripping blood. He fell to his knees and tried to staunch the flow. He looked from the wound in his chest to Dominic, his face a mask of surprise and pain. His mouth moved soundlessly before he fell heavily into the dirt.

Dominic’s chest heaved at the sight. If they found him, there would be no waiting for the executioner. Pausing just long enough to peek out the entry and make sure there was no one nearby, Dominic slipped out and ran, not stopping until he slid on the wet ground and nearly fell into the canvas of another tent. His breath came in harsh gasps, and he slowly climbed to his feet. The shock of the fall brought his senses back with a jolt. It was freezing cold, and he realized that he had left his shirt back in the tent. Half naked and shivering, he stood in the shadows and tried to decide what to do.

Part of him screamed to just run as fast as he could. It would be insanity to linger when freedom was only a few steps away. But another shiver banished that notion. It was winter, and however mild the winters at home were, there in the strange north, the snow fell thick and heavy, and the bitter cold settled in for months. He'd be dead before morning out there in the wilderness with no protection from the cold. Not that a thin tunic would do much better, but at least it was something, and it provided some protection against the grasping fingers of the trees. The thought of stealing something heavier and warmer from one of the guards crossed his mind, but that, too, was insanity. The barracks were on the other side of the camp. He knew he’d never make it there and back without being seen and recaptured.

Dominic glanced back in the direction he came. The quartermaster's tent was just visible in the gloom. His stomach twisted at the thought of going back inside, but he had no choice. Slowly, he crept back, taking more care now that the initial rush of adrenaline had been spent.

He listened at the tent flap before creeping inside, alert for any sign that the body of the commander had been discovered, but all was silent. Inside, the scene was far more gruesome than he had realized. Laeneus lay sprawled in the middle of the floor, face down. The ground beneath him was stained a darker color than the rest. Dominic edged around his body, and saw to his dismay that the man was lying on top of his tunic. Taking a deep breath, he knelt and heaved Laeneus' body over, trying to avoid looking at his face. Keeping his eyes averted, he picked up the shirt and pulled it on. It was bloody and torn, but relatively thick and long sleeved.

He stood quickly and was about to make his escape when something caught his eye: a bit of leather curling around Laeneus' clenched fist. Dominic leaned over in the dim light and saw that it was his necklace, still in his tormentor's hand. Gingerly, he tugged at the scrap of leather, but Laeneus' grip was firm. Frowning, he tugged a little harder, and finally grasped Laeneus' large hand in his own and pried the fingers apart. He pulled the cord from his hand, tied it around his neck.

The thick cloak Laeneus wore was draped across a table, and Dominic reached for it, intending to wear it as further protection against the cold. As he put it on, however, he finally caught a glimpse of Laeneus' face. Pale and still, with nothing of the cruel tormentor that Dominic knew evident in his features, it was almost possible to remember that he'd once looked on Laeneus as a hero. Dominic knelt, knowing he was wasting precious time but unable to leave just yet. He reached out one hand to check the wound, but stopped just short of touching. He didn't like to kill. He did it as a soldier must, and didn't regret the lives he had taken in the course of his duty, but that was different. That was a man he knew, even if he despised him. And there had been a time when Dominic had admired and respected Laeneus. It seemed wrong, somehow, to leave him that way.

Voices outside startled him, and he stood again. On impulse, he removed the cloak from his shoulders and draped it over Laeneus' still face. "I hope I've sent you to a rest more peaceful than you ever allowed me," he whispered. The voices faded and Dominic took his chance, slipping out the door and through the gate to freedom.

* * *

Two days later he cursed himself for leaving the thick cloak to warm a dead man. Dominic crouched, shivering, at the edge of a thick stand of trees. The hunters were far too close, but he simply had to rest. The cold air was like fire in his lungs, and he was wearier than he had ever imagined being.

The escape had been easy enough; everyone in the camp was rushing to defend the north walls against the attacking clan, and the few who weren't were distracted by the commotion. Dominic had easily slipped through the gate and far past the sight of the guards. For the next day, he'd been ahead of them, and he'd even begun to hope that they wouldn’t send anyone after him. But Dominic had murdered a well-respected and powerful commander. They wouldn't leave him to perish in the wilderness.

And that, thought Dominic, is surely what would happen if the hunters didn't catch him. The thrill of escape had made him rash. He didn't know the land. Only rarely had he ever left the camp alone, and never for long. It was too dangerous to do so. The bruises all over his body were joined by scrapes, cuts, and more bruises, if not from the clinging grasp of the bare trees, then from the unyielding rocky hillsides that made up this land. He had no weapon with which to hunt, and the plants were unknown to him. Streams had provided water when he found them, but he had no way to carry water with him. Cold, hungry, and growing weaker by the hour, Dominic ran for his life through the unfamiliar landscape until he was too exhausted to take another step. He collapsed in a hollow under a deadfall, desperate for an hour or two of rest.

When he woke, the voices of the soldiers were uncomfortably close. He crawled stiffly out from his meagre shelter and rose to his feet shakily. He ached, and was so weak and exhausted that it took nearly an hour of moving through the trees to be able to manage any sort of speed. But despite his best efforts, it was inevitable. His pursuers spotted him near sunset. Snow was beginning to fall, and Dominic somehow dredged up one last, desperate burst of speed.

They were close enough that Dominic could make out their voices--supporters of Laeneus, his closest advisors. They taunted him as he left the shelter of the trees and headed down the slope to the valley floor, calling him by the name Laeneus had given him and laughing. He'd almost reached the bottom of the slope when he realized that they had split up, and were coming at him from two directions. Panic lent him further speed, but being out in the open made him an easy target. A sudden, burning pain crashed over him as an arrow grazed his thigh, and he stumbled, falling forward onto the rocky ground. Getting up was impossible. Every breath was torture, and all Dominic could do was scrabble along the ground, trying to crawl away. The footsteps of his pursuers came ever closer.

Suddenly, he was compelled to look up. A pair of wide green eyes stared at him from behind a fallen log. But before he could do more than register the sight, the blows began to rain down on him, and darkness claimed him.


Date: 2003-02-24 10:59 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Very interesting concept, and you've done an excellent job painting a picture of the era. I'm intrigued and looking forward to the next part!
Date: 2003-02-25 06:32 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I really hope you like the next parts as well.
Date: 2003-02-25 06:56 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Thanks. :) I'm looking forward to the next part too. hee hee
Date: 2003-02-24 11:11 pm (UTC)

yes yes

From: [identity profile]
I am very excited about this story/series. The AU setting's a great fit for the pairing, you've made skillful use of images and pacing, and nice cliffhanger!

*sits on her hands, trying to be patient for part 2*

Date: 2003-02-25 05:57 pm (UTC)

Re: yes yes

From: [identity profile]
You know what the sad thing is? I'm as impatient for part 2 as you are. :)

But I can't sit on my hands or I can't type.

Thank you. :)
Date: 2003-02-25 06:27 pm (UTC)

Re: yes yes

From: [identity profile]
So am I! Let's go write some!
Date: 2003-02-25 06:30 pm (UTC)

Re: yes yes

From: [identity profile]
I'm so glad that you liked it! So much fun to write and research. I'm also very glad it left you wanting more ;) Hope you like the next parts as much!
Date: 2003-03-03 10:55 pm (UTC)

Re: yes yes

From: [identity profile]
Hope you like the next parts as much

I'm betting I'll like them more! Speaking of which...
*reloads friends page--[no updates]--and sighs*
I may be slightly overanticipating the sequels.

Date: 2003-02-25 05:02 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]

getting up early DEFINITELY has its advantages.

Need more soon

Not that I am greedy or anything.
Date: 2003-02-25 06:38 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
hahaha Early bird and all that ;)

I'm glad that you liked it. Not greedy at all. I hope you like the next parts as well!
Date: 2003-02-25 06:54 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Scenes are already simmering in my brain. Hopefully we can get to work on this soon. ::glances at Aelane::

I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)
Date: 2003-02-25 01:57 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Ooooh! I adore AU's, and this is definitely the only Lotrips one I've read set in this time period. Very interesting so far! I normally don't read fics that are in progress, but this one just sounded too intriguing to pass up. I'm so eager for the next part. *Applauds*

And what does "Maraon" mean? Can't help but wonder...
Date: 2003-02-25 05:56 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Maraon is a Gaelic word meaning together.

I'm glad you liked it! I'm very excited about it. :)
Date: 2003-02-26 10:58 am (UTC)


From: [identity profile]
Ah, I see. Thanks for letting me know. And just so you know, I'm very excited about the story as well. Mostly because I don't have to write it; I can just sit back and enjoy!
Date: 2003-03-03 11:05 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Gaelic! woot! yes, this is def one of my fave AUs now...
I was also wondering if there was any significance to the names Laeneus and Laeca, esp. considering Dominic's reaction.


*patiently, patiently waiting for time and the muses to be kind to you*
Date: 2003-03-06 06:21 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Hmmm significance? Don't want to say quite yet. All shall be revealed :)
Date: 2003-03-21 11:47 pm (UTC)


From: [identity profile]
All shall be revealed.

ohhh, exciting!

I anxiously await the arrival of successive segments of this story. :-D

(sorry for the delayed reply on this one, 'twas without Internet connection for awhile)
Date: 2003-02-25 06:35 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
YAY! You read it...which I only say because I know you don't like to read works in progress...which you said *points up* but I knew anyways so I'm glad you read and liked this! *deep breathe*

and I see dear Ryn has already answered your question, so I'll just add that we choose it as a working title meaning that we were writing it together, but seemed to fit for the title as well.

(and my favorite icon, too! *Kisses Sean* *kisses Kay while I'm at it*)
Date: 2003-02-26 11:00 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Yeah, I had a little internal war about whether or not to wait, but the story's setting did me in. Too intriguing to resist!

*Posts Sean again so that you're happy and have incentive to write* Okay, so this is a self-serving sort of nudge, but hey! I'm not above bribes. *Mwah!*
Date: 2003-02-26 02:59 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Auh! What a place to stop! One chapter, one chapter and I'm already addicted to this story. I mustmustmust know what will happen next!
Date: 2003-02-26 07:30 pm (UTC)


From: [identity profile]
But what would be the fun of telling you what's next?

I'm glad you liked it and even gladder that you want more ;) Hopefully, we won't keep you waiting long.
Date: 2003-02-26 06:34 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]

It's official. I have altars for both of you now. This is just. Wow. I can't wait for more of this one.
Date: 2003-02-26 07:32 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Hehe. You're so silly. I'm glad you liked it. Ryn and I had so much fun writing it. I can't wait for more either.
Date: 2003-03-03 07:59 am (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Oh yes. More please. Want to know more. Need to know more
::recs this::
(Poor Dominic, the Scottish Highlands are bloody cold!)
Date: 2003-03-06 06:23 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Ohh thanks for the recs. I'm really glad you liked it enough to reccommend it to others :) Working on the next part post haste!
Date: 2003-03-06 03:00 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
Hey! Hey you!

You better make the next chapter or I'll..I'll...cry.

You don't want to make a random stranger cry, do you?! XD XD;;;

No you do not. ^^

But seriously...I love this story. First AU I think I've ever got into. That should say a lot. :)
Date: 2003-03-06 06:25 pm (UTC)

From: [identity profile]
It does say a lot! I'm really glad you're enjoying it and hopefully you'll like the other parts just as well. Thanks for letting us know you liked it, though. We are working on it and hopefully it will be out soon.


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