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Post by lolaruns on Dec 1, 2008 15:10:55 GMT -5
Well there isn't any yet, but I sure would love if there was some ;D
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Post by iclickmyheels on Dec 1, 2008 16:44:09 GMT -5
i second that emotion!
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Post by lolaruns on Dec 1, 2008 16:46:13 GMT -5
I know! They are so story-worthy!  |
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Post by karina on Dec 1, 2008 16:57:14 GMT -5
Don't worry, I'm sure stories will pop out soon enough  |
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Post by lolaruns on Dec 1, 2008 16:57:44 GMT -5
I hope you are speaking from special knowledge  |
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Post by karina on Dec 1, 2008 17:05:12 GMT -5
Sadly, no ;D I'm working on my Ollian-series and additional story concering them so you better pass that ball to another court But I'd be more than happy to read some fanfiction containing Harel and Amir too, they're a great couple |
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Post by matan4il on Dec 1, 2008 20:25:38 GMT -5
Lolaruns, that's a great idea. I would love to see some fan fiction too, Just don't get any bunnies near me or it'll take forever for the next part will be up... 
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Post by karina on Dec 2, 2008 0:20:26 GMT -5
*Rubs her temples to summon the plot bunnies for Matan4il* ;D
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Post by matan4il on Dec 2, 2008 3:17:54 GMT -5
*chuckles* Wait, so should I take that to mean that you're not all too eager to see the next clip?  |
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Post by iclickmyheels on Dec 2, 2008 9:09:51 GMT -5
noooooooo! *scoops up bunnies and puts them in baskets for later* focus on clips! i'd gladly write some sort of harel/amir fanfic, but i dont feel like i have a good grasp of the characters yet. in order to understand them better i'll need all the clips you've got! use that as motivation!  and feel better too. |
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Post by matan4il on Dec 2, 2008 9:41:55 GMT -5
*lol* Oh, that's exacellent motivation, Iclickmyheels! I can't wait to read your fanfic... And thank you! I hope that I am getting there. Let's put it this way, I get through the day with less medications now. That's a good sign, yes? |
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Post by karina on Dec 2, 2008 18:14:59 GMT -5
Oh, God... Here I go  I just had to  Was inspired one early October morning on my way to school Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, and won't make any profit from this story that is a product of my imagination  I hope you like it, but please bear with me as it's my first (and last) when it comes to these two  You Stay With Me[/font] He rested his head against the window pane, grateful that it didn’t tremble like it would in a car or on a bus. Outside the day was coming; the sky slowly lighting up, the complete darkness giving into a paler shade of blue, the clouds that had gathered during the night slipping away with the wind. The sea was quiet, almost lulled into a still sleep, waiting, but reaching for its lover; the never ending sky and its own depths longing to, knowing they would embrace someday.
He suddenly smiled to himself. Those eyes. They had captured him right away, hadn’t they? Looking at him across the room for just a moment, just as startled as his, before turning away like they had seen something forbidden. He had joined his friends, laughed and talked, but his mind had been with those eyes. He had felt them on him the whole evening, beckoning his attention, demanding, tearing at him, piercing him, the soul and heart behind them wordlessly calling out to his.
They had met outside when he had gone for a smoke. “You shouldn’t.” His voice calm, steady. His fingers brushing against his removing the cigarette from his lips. “It’s bad for you.”
They had simply looked at one another then. Before the energy between them had tugged at him, lifting his hand to cup a soft cheek covered by spiky stubbles. Spreading his fingers to graze full lips. Moving to stand closer. Tipping his head back to share shaky, sparkling air. Drawing him in. his breath hitching in his throat when a hesitant hand had settled in the back of his neck, firmly pulling him even closer, their body warmth desperately, blindly grasping for one another.
Commotion had dragged them apart then. Some guests fighting in the restaurant. He had uttered a few murmured words, but seeing his hesitation, he had smiled carefully, saying: “I know.”
He had gone to him that night. Just as powerless as he had been when the smoke had been taken from him, he had slipped into his room without asking questions, without seeking answers. They had embraced like they had outside, sharing it all, forgetting everything else. Their lips had sought each other out. Exploring, eager, hesitant, loving. So wrong, just right. Their hearts and souls connecting like they do only once in a lifetime. They had let go of everything while holding on. Clinging to one another in that sweet embrace. The next day they had parted without looking back.
The train stopped and he stepped outside, an ocean of people rushing to their destination all around him. He turned and faced the rising autumn sun. Its scarce warmth would fade as frost, ice and snow filled the days with their promise of a harsh winter. He shuddered as cold fingers seemed to graze his heart. He wanted to climb aboard the train again and make it take him back. He started quivering and tears filled his eyes, his breath shallow. An unspeakable ache in his chest.
He forced a smile on his lips when familiar faces appeared in the crowd. “Hey.” He hugged his wife, taking in her gentle, brown eyes and long, wavy hair. “I’ve missed you.”
“We’ve missed you too.” She kissed his lips. Frowned slightly at him while pulling back. “Is something the matter?”
“No, not at all.” He squatted and embraced his two daughters, holding them a moment longer than he usually did, but that ache didn’t go away.
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Post by vmvirtual on Dec 16, 2008 11:30:45 GMT -5
Oh, God... Here I go I just had to Was inspired one early October morning on my way to school Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, and won't make any profit from this story that is a product of my imagination I hope you like it, but please bear with me as it's my first (and last) when it comes to these two You Stay With Me[/font][/quote] I'm just a little confused here. This was a lovely piece of writing, but how does it relate to either Amir or Harel? Just wondering, don't pel me with eggs, please... |
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Post by karina on Dec 16, 2008 13:55:11 GMT -5
It's an AU-fic (Alernate Univers) where either Harel or Amir was married, but met the other character and found his soulmate in him, but had to return to his duties as a husband and father  |
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Post by matan4il on Dec 20, 2008 11:50:03 GMT -5
Mmmm, I don't know if I can see Harel as ever being closeted, in any universe, but I could Amir. This was well written, thank you. |
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and feel better too. 
I just had to 
Was inspired one early October morning on my way to school 
