It's Monday, and We're All Wet!

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Hello, everyone. I’m squidgiepdx and today's theme is You’re All Wet! Prompts can be anything that has to do with water or moisture, from being parched and needing a drink, to being splashed on the beach. If it has to do with water, then go for it!

Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the above mentioned spoiler cut.

Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, It all started with a snowball to the back of Fraser’s head and went downhill from there.
+ Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney is transfixed by the sight of John swallowing down a big gulp of water from the canteen.
+ Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, This time it’s Danny who strips out of his clothes to jump in the water and save the day.

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Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.

While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.


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due South, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski, It all started with a snowball to the back of Fraser’s head and went downhill from there.

Fill: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski - Anticipation

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

Knowing Ray the way he did Fraser had been expecting the snowball. Not at that very moment or to the back of the head but in a general sense. There was just too much pristine snow for Ray to be able to resist for long. Fraser was just glad it hadn't been to his face or worse, a handful shoved down his pants. That would have been awkward, and cold.

Quirking a smile he turned and announced in his best mountie voice "That was an act of war, Ray."

Ray, being Ray, had responded with another snowball and an almost maniacal laugh. Followed immediately by the words "Bring it."

The battle was short lived, but by the end both were laughing and covered in snow. What Fraser hadn't expected though he'd hoped and longed for was when they were both back in Fraser's flat warming up over hot chocolate and soup was for Ray to concede his loss and seal his surrender with a kiss.

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney is transfixed by the sight of John swallowing down a big gulp of water from the canteen.

Fill: Long Drink of Water, SGA

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Rodney knew he was staring, but he couldn’t seem to stop watching the muscles in Sheppard’s neck work as he gulped greedily from the proffered canteen. There were bigger concerns that should’ve been at the forefront of Rodney’s mind, like getting Sheppard to the Gate before the onion people caught up to them, but he just watched that Adam’s apple bob.

Suddenly his mouth was just as dry as the desert they were sitting in.

Sheppard pulled off the canteen with a sigh, his tongue darting out to capture the last few drops of water clinging to his lips. Rodney didn’t think anyone in two universes could look that sexy while covered in bruises, dirt, dried blood and sand.

“You ready?” Sheppard ask, jolting Rodney out of his thoughts. “The Vidalians can’t be too far behind.”

He flushed. “Uh, yeah. Yes. Let’s go.”

Rodney helped Sheppard up, the other man leaning heavily on him as they continued on towards the Gate as fast as Sheppard could hobble.

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, This time it’s Danny who strips out of his clothes to jump in the water and save the day.

Fill: Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams - Fear The Anger of A Righteous Man

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Danny Williams is not happy. No, that's not true, he passed the realm of not happy about 10 miles ago. He's now clearly in the middle of epic levels of freaking pissed! In fact, if Steve is still alive when Danny find him there might be blood on the ceiling and it sure as hell isn't going to be Danny's!

Mentally he goes through his list, reminding himself of all the reasons that Steve needs to be punished. Chasing down a suspect without back up. Check. Letting himself be captured by said suspect. Check. Allowing himself to be used as a hostage to let the aforementioned suspect escape. Check and double check.

The only saving grace at this point is that Steve did leave his phone on so that he can be tracked by the GPS signal. Not that it is going to save him from a tongue lashing, pointed reminders and side eyes. Years and years of them. Possibly even after Danny strangles the life out of his reckless, thoughtless lover.

Of course that was when he saw the body being washed by the waves just past the breakers. Without thinking and giving into the panic flooding through his body Danny braked hard and spun the wheels sending the car flying into the sand. He was out before it had come to a complete stop, his clothes and shoes falling where they may as he stripped down to his boxers at a dead run.

God damn Steve better still be alive! No one, no one, else was going to have the pleasure of killing Steve. Danny had earned that right and he was not about to concede it to anyone!

[squidgiepdx]

Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe, It's another rainy Portland day, and the boys decide to stay in.

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Filled: http://comment-fic.livejournal.com/704622.html?thread=92963438#t92963438

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The Flash/Arrow Crossover, Barry Allen/Oliver Queen, Skinnydipping under a full moon.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any, "you're all wet"

thank the force for that ditch, star wars, rey/finn, g

[hanorganaas.livejournal.com]

[slightly AU, may contain some spoilers]

It happened while he and Rey were running from First Order Troops in a swamp of all places. Finn must have been running so far and so fast that he didn't see the one of the "water filled ditches" Han had warned him about. It happened so fast.

One minute he was running for his life. The next thing he was underwater. Thankfully for him, when he was still FN-2187 the First Order how to swim. He came as quickly to the surface as quickly as he fell in.

"FINN!" He heard Rey's voice call out, "Are you alright?"

Finn pulled himself up out of the ditch, gasping for air. Rey let out her hand to assistant which he greatly accepted. The moment the cold air hit his skin he started shivering.

"Oh kriff you're all wet...and you're cold," Rey said in concern. Finn tried to answer but his teeth began to chatter so violently the sound was audible, "Let's get you back to the Falcon before you freeze to death."

=========

"You fell in one of those Ditches didn't you," Han said throwing a towel at Finn and Rey as he ran to the controls. Usually he would take a moment to see if his young companion was okay but he had to get the Falcon up in the air before the First Order blew it to smithereens, "if it makes you feel better....I did once too....didn't see the end of it from Leia for weeks."

Han's words died out as Finn felt Rey wrap the towel around him before pulling him close. For someone who wasn't used to affection Rey was pretty good at it.

The former scavenger tucked his head under her chin. He could feel her warm hot breath, though ragged at the top of his head. Her rough hands moved over the sides of his arms. Warming him up. Soon the discomfort of the wet clothes. The violent shivers that wracked his body faded away.

The only thing Finn felt now was the warmth Rey was giving him as he held him close. He felt the love and affection radiating through his body like heat from a funance.

He belonged here.

"Are you feeling better?" Rey said raising an eyebrow.

A small smile grazed on Finn's lips.

"Yeah.." He sighed, "I was thinking maybe I should fall into Ditches more often if this is the result."

The only response he got was Rey trying to glare but failing because of the small smile and the hysterical laughter that left Han's lips.

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any book. any. rain-soaked

Fill: Masters of Our Fate

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The Casters Chronicles Series, Ethan Wate/Lena Duchaness


A violent stream of water pours down from the sky, soaking him from head to toe causing him to shiver and his teeth chatter. Ethan tries to protect himself from the downpour, but every attempt on his part ends up being futile. His clothes are completely drenched and he can barely feel his fingers anymore.

"Lena," he calls, trying to keep his voice steady, but fails.

His call goes unanswered as Lena keeps on walking ahead of him, wrecking havoc as her feet stomp against the pavement, clothes just as wet but unlike Ethan she remains immune to the cold and rain falling on her.

"L? Lena Bena?"

She stops, fists closing and opening at her sides. Ethan can just imagine what she is going through, because rain starts falling harder on him, she's probably pissed at him. He huffs, walking towards her, touching lightly her left shoulder once he's behind her.

"L?"

"Don't talk to me."

"But, this is a stupid fight."

Lena turns around, the golden and green of each of her irises glow luminous with the same power of the rainfall. Ethan swallows, heat pooling in his stomach. She's the most beautiful thing he's ever laid eyes on.

"Is it stupid that the mortal and the caster worlds are trying to put a wall between us?"

"No, it's not, but you can't give them the power to get inside your head. We still can make our own choices," Ethan says, touching Lena's damp cheek, she leans into the touch closing her eyes.

"I know, but I'm still afraid of what might happen."

"Don't think about tomorrow, we still have today."

Lena smiles, the storm inside her waning. He leans in, taking her into his arms and pressing their lips together, a soft and tender glide at first. Lena's lips are warm, their touch lights a fire in him, making his blood boil, the kiss turning deeper, most desperate. The droplets of rain now are like a light caress against his skin, the temperature no longer freezing. Little by little the rain recedes, and gives way to the sun. Rays of sunshine painting the wet pavement around them. Their arms tangled around each other, lips red and glistening.

In that moment Ethan realizes it'd take all the power in the world to get him to leave Lena, and even then, they're going to have to drag him back to the grave to leave her behind.

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Firefly. ensemble, day at the beach

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. water into wine

Fill, The 100, Monty Green & Jasper Jordan

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Miracles (http://entireoranges.tumblr.com/post/148073198502/miracles/)

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. surrounded by water and unable to drink.

The 100, Abigail Griffin

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Epidemic (http://entireoranges.tumblr.com/post/148073517827/epidemic/)

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Starfire (comics), Kori/Stella Gomez,

Darlin’ it’s better
Down where it’s wetter,
Take it from me

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman Beyond, Terry McGinnis/Bruce Wayne,

I, I follow, I follow you deep sea, baby,
I follow you

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Batman (comics), Eddie Nygma/Bruce Wayne,

Looking up from underneath
Fractured moonlight on the sea
Reflections still look the same to me
As before I went under

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Guardians of Time – Marianne Curley, Lady Arabella +/ Any,

And I've been sitting at the bottom of a swimming pool
For a while now, drowning my thoughts out with sounds

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

Star Trek: TNG, Q/Jean-Luc Picard, “human bodies are 70% water, you’re basically cucumbers with anxiety.”

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. Fancy water.

Filled! Ugly Betty, Cliff/Marc + Amanda, Disruption

[squidgiepdx]

"Cliffy!"

Marc's voice breaks through the bustling din of the set, and suddenly all heads turn towards the doorway as the room comes to a standstill.

"What's up, Sweetie?" Cliff replies, then notices Marc's professional appendage, adding, "Amanda..."

"Ugh... Marc, I thought I thought I told you to burn that sweater," Amanda spits, rolling her eyes.

"Mandy, hush!" Marc bites back with a glare, but almost immediately turns his puppy-dog eyes back to his boyfriend. "How're you doing?" he asks, worried no doubt at Marc's first shoot for Mode in months.

Shrugging his shoulders, Cliff reaches for his bottle of water and says, "It's going-"

There's a collective gasp from both Marc and Amanda, as Amanda grasps onto Cliff's arm, and Marc raises both hands, covering his mouth.

"Marc!" Amanda blurts. "Look!" And suddenly both fashionistas eyes are locked onto the bottle in Cliff's hand.

Cliff moves it up, then down, amusing himself that he's finally silenced both of them at the same time. "What?" He asks, voice as innocent as he can try. "It's just water," he adds and then takes a swig.

"No!" Marc responds, a grin on his face. He reaches out, fingertips caressing the bottle gently. "It's Lauquen!"

"Fancy water," Amanda adds. "It's the only water Wilhelmina will touch!"

Suddenly both Marc and Amanda's eyes grow big as Cliff takes another swig. "Where did you get that?" Marc asks as his face suddenly goes pale.

Giving them both a 'duh!' look, Cliff says, "Wilhelmina's office. She gave me a bottle after our meeting this morning."

Still holding the shocked looks, Marc first leans forward and steals a kiss. "She must like you..." he says. Marc quickly throws his arms around Cliff's neck, Cliff planting a kiss against his boyfriend's cheek before he pulls away.

With a little wave, Cliff takes Amanda's arm and turns back to the door. "Come, Mandy! We must away."

Cliff stands there, smiling as they retreat. He turns back to the models and says, "Okay, everyone. Ten minute break!"

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Green Lantern, Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne + Barry Allen, "The thirst is real."

Fill: The Thirst [DCU, Hal/Bruce + Barry, PG-13]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

“Oh my god,” Barry says, giving him a lot that has – before – been reserved for when Darkseid is invading, “no.”

“What?” He asks, blinks innocently. It probably doesn’t work very well, considering that he’s spent over half his life ruining his innocence in as many positions as possible, but it’s the thought that counts, “I was just saying-“

“That, and I quote, “the thirst is real”,” Barry scowls incredulously, and does actually quote him with a little pair of bunny ears that are probably meant to be sarcastic but that turn out somewhere close to adorable, “while staring at Batman, doing shirtless push ups. Tell me, Hal, do you actually want me to throw up all over the Watchtower? Because that’s what’s going to happen.”

“And what’s wrong with me saying that the thirst is real?” He asks. And, again, attempts to look innocent. Judging by the deepening of Barry’s scowl it continues to not work, but that’s why he’s got a willpower ring and not a throwing-a-tantrum-and-giving-up-immediately ring, “it’s accurate.”

“That makes it worse!”

“How?”

“If it isn’t accurate you’re mocking me. Which, y’know, is cruel but acceptable as the foundation of our friendship up until this point,” Barry fixes him with a beseeching look, which is again adorable but so ineffectual that he’d burst out laughing at it if he was only a tiny bit more of a dick, “if it is accurate... I have to think about you and Batman having Sex.”

“Me and Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire,” he points out cheerfully, and is treated to the unique sight of Barry having to close his eyes against the horror of the universe, “in possession of so many sex toys...”

“Hal,” Barry says weakly, “for all our years of friendship...”

“And so many padded rooms,” he continues wickedly, well aware that he’s too much of a dick to pass up this opportunity, “honestly, I don’t know why you wouldn’t want to hear about them! Or combinations of them. There was this one time, with a dildo-“

“Hal!” Barry yells, and claps his hands over his ears. Sends him the most vengeful glare he’s ever seen on Barry Allen’s sweet and innocent face, “I hate you.”

“No you don’t,” he chirps cheerily. But, in a blur of red, Barry has already darted away. Off to save the world, or weep helplessly in a corner somewhere.

...Well, serves him right for all those Rogues’ orgies he attended but didn’t invite him to. He smiles, smugly. Gives a long stretch, and settles back against the wall to watch Bruce keep exercising. There’s a lot of thirst still to satisfy, after all, and he doesn’t want to miss a drop.

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Supernatural, weechesters, playing in the rain

Fill

[prisca1960.livejournal.com]

Feeling worn out John was finally on his way back to the old shack in the woods, which was their home since some weeks. It had been a dreadfully long day; it seemed as if the autumn storm which was raging over the town since a week, had pulled in every kind of monsters.

When the Impala rolled onto the small clearing, he stiffened. A small, dark figure was running through the rain, hiding behind a tree, obviously observing the shack. A ghost? A daemon? A monster he had missed to kill and which was now threatening his sons?

John was able to deal with almost every situation, but since be had witnessed his beloved wife burning to death, the thought that something similar might happen to his sons one day, too, was his biggest nightmare. He tried to teach Dean to take care of himself and of his little brother, he was a good and willing student but still so inexperienced. Too young for a life as a hunter, John knew this well enough.

He closed his eyes, tried to calm down himself. This was just a case like all the others; kill the monster, save the clueless victims. The moment he left the car, he could hear it.

A suppressed laugh, then: “Dean! C'mon and find me.“

John paled, relief and anger rushing through his body. Leaving every caution behind he rushed over to the small, dark figure; grabbed the arm and pulled small body around. Startled Sam cried out, staring into the dark eyes of his father, not recognizing him in the first shock.

Only a moment later Dean.
„Sam? Sammy? What's happened?“

The fear in his voice was hard to ignore. Only a second later he was there, a big knife in his hands. He stopped dead when he recognized his father.

„What the hell is going on here, Dean,“ John bellowed.
„What about the order: 'Don't leave the house' you didn't understand? How can you bring Sammy into this danger?“

Sam started to sniffle; if tears or just the rain were wetting his pale face was hard to say. Dean stretched out his hand to wipe them away, then he turned to his father. Defiance was sparkling in his eyes, John had never noticed before; Dean had learned to trust his father and to follow his words without any protest.

„He wasn't in danger. I've double-checked the surrounding before going out with him.“

„Was there a reason to go out? Like, a real threat inside the shack?“

Dean shook his head.
„Sam had a nightmare and couldn't get back to sleep again. The air in the shack is so sticky. I thought, to go out and play Hide and Seek for a while would help.“

John closed his eyes for the split of the second. Once again he wished Mary would still be around; not only that he missed his wife, the boys needed a mother; a mother who would be able to understand what was going on in their heads. Hide and seek? A storm was raging, the world was taken over by all kind of monsters, and Dean decided to play Hide and Seek with his little brother? Not knowing what to think of this, John finally loosed his grip around Sam's arm.

„C'mon, let go inside, change clothes. We are all wet to the bones and we don't want to catch a cold.“

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Green Lantern, Hal Jordan/Thaal Sinestro, pretty when you cry

Fill: Without a Roof [DCU, Hal/Sinestro, NC-17]

[doreyg.livejournal.com]

They ask him when he’s been the happiest, and look at him like they think they already know the answer. Hal Jordan is hardly a subtle man, after all. He must’ve been at his happiest when flying in a jet, with only the clouds for company. Or mastering the ring, creating planes and giant fists out of green energy. Or pursuing a doubtlessly female conquest, burying himself in slick heat and plush breasts and wholly enthusiastic moans.

But all of those, while close, aren’t exactly true.

Flying in a jet is great, with only the roar of the engine and the lure of the blue sky to distract him, but it doesn’t quite compare to how he feels when Sinestro shoves him back against the wall. Hisses in his ear, slides in between his thighs and savages his neck with a care that hasn’t once failed to bring a prickle to his eyes.

And while mastering the ring was wonderful, a rush of achievement that he’d never quite experienced before, it’s small fry in the face of the fierce joy in his gut when Sinestro forces him to his knees. Runs forceful fingers through his hair like he’s trying to tear it out at the root, grips the back of his neck so hard that he swears he can feel vivid bruises blossoming to life and fucks his mouth so hard that his vision swims and blurs.

And while pursuing a conquest is the biggest thrill imaginable, tumbling a willing woman or man into his bed and making them scream, it’s nothing at all compared to the strange buzz in his chest when Sinestro deigns to strip him naked. Pushes him down upon the nearest surface with a cruel and wanting look in his eyes, thrusts into him with the minimum of preparation so he can feel every little shift vividly, takes him so hard and for so long that there are trails of tears down his cheeks by the time they’re done.

Maybe Hal Jordan is more subtle than they all give him credit for.

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Star Wars, Han Solo/Leia Organa, Showering after the escape from Jabba's palace.

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Batman (comics), Jason Todd/Damian Wayne, "You're soaking wet."

fill.

[likewinning.livejournal.com]

"You're soaking wet," Jason says.

"Yes," Damian says. There's water dripping from his hair, and Jason can see goosebumps on his skin.

"So what are you doing in my tent?"

Damian purses his lips. Water runs from above his lip and all down his chin, and Jason thinks about following that path with his tongue.

This whole exercise, twelve of them camping out in the middle of fucking nowhere, is supposed to be about learning self-reliance. They were all supposed to camp at least a mile apart from each other, with no form of communication except a flare in case of emergency. Jason's well-versed in this, and Damian -

Damian's in his tent, looking at Jason like he wants him to swing just a little harder with a blade.

"C'mere," Jason says, and Damian drops like it's an order, because most of the time it is. Jason helped shape him, helped turn him into something fierce and proud and - hardly anything at all like his mother.

Talia would never look at someone with this much need, this much willingness to please.

Jason grabs Damian's face, runs one hand through his wet hair and the other across his neck, over the bruise from one of the other League members who won't be returning from this little excursion, as it happens.

"Your mother," Jason says, brushing his mouth against Damian's, "isn't gonna be happy about you sharing my sleeping bag."

Damian snorts. When Jason licks into his mouth, he tastes like oranges. "It's like you said once," Damian says. "She won't be queen of the mountain forever."

"And then?" Jason asks. He pulls Damian into his lap, tugs off Damian's wet shirt. As soon as the rain stops, they'll build a fire - just another thing they're not supposed to do.

Damian shrugs, and even in the dark Jason knows how his eyes must be lit up. "Then some things will have to change, won't they?"

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Red Hood/Arsenal, Jason Todd/Roy Harper, sharing a shower to conserve water

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Grayson, Dick Grayson/Midnighter, "I need a drink."

fill

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"I need a drink," Dick says.

M raises an eyebrow. Dick hates that he knows how many sentences are contained just in that movement, but - it's been a long night. A long couple of days, working with M and - it's always the jobs with kids that get to him.

It's fucking Spyral that gets to him, and being lied to, and -

"Shut up," Dick says, about a minute and a half too late, and M smirks like he knows how every piece of Dick's brain works, because he probably does.

"Door," M says, and then they're in a pub somewhere in maybe the Czech Republic, and before Dick can say what he wants M's handing him something cold and strong that burns Dick's throat on the way down.

"I know you usually go for the fruity, violently bright drinks," M says over the rim of his glass, "but you looked like you needed something a little more."

Dick tries to glare at him, but his eyes are already a little blurry because he's always been a lightweight. Roy gave him no end of shit for it. "How the hell do you know what I need?"

Half an hour later, he's on his knees with M's dick burning his throat, his eyes rolled up to watch the curve of M's neck as he knocks back the rest of his drink. M twists his hand in Dick's hair and Dick sucks him harder, faster, until he's not thinking about anything but the ache in his jaw and the way M grunts and says Grayson when he comes.

"See?" M says when Dick gets back to his feet. He wipes the come from Dick's lip and says, "You were just thirsty."

[squidgiepdx]

Authors choice, any pairing, A kiss out in the snow

Fill: Latter Days - Aaron/Christian - A Moment Like This

[lil-1337.livejournal.com]

The kiss isn't perfect but then first kisses rarely are. It is, however, sweet and honest. The most honest Aaron has been with himself in a long time. Maybe in his whole life. It can't last, nothing ever does. The good and the bad are eventually swept away on the waves of time. At least when it is all over Aaron will have this single moment of knowing what it is like to be loved and free.

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

any. any. waterfalls

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