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Feb. 25th, 2007 | 04:33 am
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posted by: themadteaparty in lindons_end

All the doodles in here have been posted before on my LJ, but seeing as I don't have any new (presentable) art I decided to post these, hope that's okay with everyone =3= *makes feeble excuse*




Oldoldoldomfg D:


Alistair, looking all delicate and girly 8D;


Eliot, such a little slut. You break Ian's heart ;3;


And because jour and sinistera insisted.



Oh god, these are my first attempts at non-academic writing since an ill-fated Evangelion fic (I know....I know D:) about three years ago. *quivering in apprehension* Edited, but probably not enough. Oh god T_T

Mkay, a little background info on the first one--Oliver is the name of Aden's little brother who disappeared years ago (see updated character list). The two of them have had some really horrible history between them (basically, Aden was in love with his little brother, tried to protect him from their alcoholic parents--who liked Oliver better anyway--and was betrayed in the end by his lil' bro D:), which is one of the many reasons why Aden is so fucked up. Incidentally, Eliot bears an uncanny resemblance to Oliver. For the other drabbles, refer back to the character list as necessary in case you have no clue who the character is :0

[Aden/Eliot; Eliot/Oliver]

For seven years, he tried to make Eliot love him. At first it was just sticks and stones, but after a little while sometimes he broke his bones.

Hey Eliot, I hear you walked in on your precious Ian jacking off yesterday night, bet you enjoyed that huh? You’d let him fuck you, wouldn’t you wouldn’t you.

He liked it best when Eliot yelled back at him, his delicate face furious and red and his large eyes topaz-hard and passionate, his fists clenched and quivering a little with fear, because it always meant that Eliot knew to fight his adversaries, even though he would never win against them physically. He always loved to look at the tremulous movements of the birds-bone skeleton beneath the delicately stretched skin and lean muscle, and kiss Eliot’s neck beneath a cornerless sky as Eliot lay motionless on a patch of crushed poppies.

And it was always taunting, always breaking, breaking and then breaking and entering and suddenly he didn’t know if his heart was even there anymore because each time his hands bruised Eliot’s cheek he could feel him flinching beneath him and he would never know what to think. I’m sorry, Oliver, you smell like blood, your blood my blood, and I’m hurting you like you hurt me, you selfish little fuck; but I didn’t mean for you to bleed like that, no I didn’t. Just say my name—Aden, Aden—all I want to hear is my name in your voice like I say yours in mine. Some part of him is glad Eliot always closes his eyes, because he can feel the feathery scrape of wet eyelashes pressed against him in rebellious passivity and, most importantly, he can’t see the hate in Eliot’s eyes. You can’t see hate in someone’s eyes if they’re closed, and if you can’t see it, it isn’t there.

Actually I’m not sorry at all.


[Cyril & Eliot; 2 o'clock on a Thursday afternoon]

Ey. Ey, Eliot. You up? Sorry the bed’s a bit hard, but you know it’s not that important how soft it is, for the likes of business like mine. Oh, never mind, I didn’t say anything. Not anything. I’d feel like a damn bastard if I ever corrupted that pristine mind of yours, that’s why. Ha, ha. You’re not that innocent you say? You haven’t changed a speck since the first time we met, you know. Why don’t you spend a night with me—a real night, I mean, none of this sleeping in my bed and us never touching except by accident business—and see how innocent you actually are, you crazy virgin. Ha, ha. I understand, don’t worry, I didn’t really mean it. Well, I did—okay, okay. Ha, ha. You know, if you hide under the blanket I can still grab your—alright! Alright! No more. What’s that you say? Oh. Oh. Hush ye, child, he’s calling me, I have to go to him. It sounds pretty urgent, like he’ll smack the teeth out of anyone who talks, with those fucking knuckles of his. You don’t need to be worried, stop looking at me like that. Eliot. He won’t hit me again, I promise. Aw c’mon. Let go of my hand, Eliot. It’ll be alright.


[Ian/Eliot; Goodnight Goodnight]

“Shh, shh,” was all Ian ever used to say whenever he needed to tell Eliot that he had a new one. The Adventures of Rupert Bascombe, Samuel Blackheart and the Pirates of the St. Augustine, Quentin Blackass and the Gloucestershire Killer: Eliot read all of them with Ian underneath a creaky staircase illuminated by a wan, waxy light that quivered impishly whenever either of them spoke. Ian used to approach his bedside with a melting candle in one hand, its muted radiance casting upon the peeling walls an ephemeral wash that always revealed shadows dancing silently within. And all he’d have to do was softly shake Eliot awake, and Eliot would just have to see that gentle, mischievous waltz in his eyes to know that the newest one was out.

It must’ve started when Eliot first entered the orphanage, and a little after Aden, also a recent arrival, locked him in a cupboard. Ian wasn’t one of the older boys, and he was mostly quiet and kept to himself, but all the scullery girls in the tavern next door liked him for his courtesy, his long eyelashes, and his aquiline nose, even though it was a little crooked from a fight he got into with Siméon. After what must have been three hours of solitary confinement, Eliot opened his eyes to the golden light from a melting candle and to Ian reaching inside to grab his thin hand.

“Where were you, Eliot? Father Gray was looking for you everywhere, he even sent most of the older boys out into the streets even though it’s already dark. We were all terrified, Eliot! You’re new, and you could’ve been whisked away like Roger last month. I haven’t seen him since. You could’ve been like that! Father Gray was about to have a heart attack.” Eliot still remembers that first time Ian spoke to him, his voice angry and tense, like a trapeze wire. He still remembers how Ian’s bony hand clenched his wrist, shaking. He thought he might grab him by the collar and rattle him, like Aden sometimes did.

“Hiding,” Eliot whispered, his voice hoarse and dry from disuse for three hours, “hiding from Aden.”

“Liar,” Ian hissed, and pulled Eliot out as if he were no more than one of the animal carcasses the cooks occasionally hauled into the orphanage for holiday feasts. As Eliot stumbled to his feet, his feet a tangle of uncertainty and his stomach a riot of terror, Ian held his sputtering candle up to Eliot’s face and narrowed his large, virginal eyes, which had always seemed so melancholy and kindly, priestly even. Eliot remembers the strange storm in them and how instead he stared at Ian’s nose, at its faintly crooked center. “It was Aden, I know it. That cupboard locks from the outside.”

“He...we were playing hide and seek, and I told Miquel to lock me in here,” Eliot stammered softly, fearful of revenge should Aden discover what Ian had deduced.

“Look, Eliot, if you don’t want me to confront him about it, I won’t,” Ian sighed, and Eliot felt his respiration slowing substantially as Ian swatted lightly at the cobwebs clinging in his hair.

And he’d figured, that was that. That Ian would just leave him be, pretend nothing had happened between them—and that was exactly what he did for a little while. Yet when Aden pushed Eliot into a puddle of mud on his birthday—a disgusting, rainy day—and, laughing, ran away with his birthday present, that night Ian appeared by his bedside with a finger to his lips and a melting candle in his hand and that exact issue of Rupert Bascombe tucked beneath his arm. He didn’t say a word until the two of them were safely hidden below the staircase, by the kitchen, and even then, when Eliot tried, protesting, to thank him, Ian simply looked at him under those thick eyelashes of his and asked, “this is the most recent issue, right?” Eliot thought he would never be so happy again.

Sometimes, when he lies in his narrow bed in the attic of Phillip’s shop, he shuts his eyes, counts to thirty, and wishes that, when he opens them again, he’ll see Ian crouched by his left side, with a finger to his lips and a melting candle in his hand and a penny dreadful tucked beneath his arm.


Omg the ending is so cheesy & lame but I was just too tired to finish it properly T___T
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from: zejeni
date: Feb. 25th, 2007 09:01 pm (UTC)
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FFFuuuaahh, my vanilla lollipop. That was all so incredibly beautiful I don't think I could possibly articulate the extent of my awe in this MEASLY COMMENT D:

First, you sketches are so elegant and beautiful. I know I've seen them before but I fall in love with them every time I see them. And, on the one with Cyril lying down? So incredibly sexy and I CAN'T STOP STARING A HIS HANDS. ♥

WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN POSTING THESE? They are so incredibly brilliant. So sharp and poignant and gorgeously poetic. Don't you ever edit these drabbles because they are sparkling in the light of utter perfection. T^T

I swear, Aden is my favorite character. He's such a little broken messed up boy. The way you characterized him is exactly how I imagined him and ea;afasfslsdf Oh god, and the way he sees Oliver and Eliot as the same, only Eliot is his second chance. Yet he's been hurt so terribly that he can't distinguish between his love, anger, and guilt. He tries so hard but it comes out all wrong.
For seven years, he tried to make Eliot love him. At first it was just sticks and stones, but after a little while sometimes he broke his bones.
OUCH. PAIN. OH ADEN. TT~TT

Cyril is such a darling. I love his lighthearted teasing but OMFG HE IS IN LOVE WITH ELIOT ISN'T HE? Er. Or I am reading too much into that because I think EVERYONE is in love with Eliot. 8D;;

Okay, so I don't really care for Ian, probably because he's so nice ._.|| *PERVERSE* But GAH you make me want to march down to the gates of the afterlife and drag Ian back just to make Eliot happy again (even though he isn't really dead...Ah, the dramatic irony ♥).
he’ll see Ian crouched by his left side, with a finger to his lips and a melting candle in his hand and a penny dreadful tucked beneath his arm.
*WIBBLES*

Baby, your writing style is sex. I'm sitting here in front of laptop grinning like an idiot just because I have the most beautiful mental image of Eliot and Ian reading under the staircase. I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVEN'T SHOWN ME THIS STUFF BEFORE D: D: I'm going to begin stalking gmail with terrible plans full of bribery and blackmail to get you to show me your drabbles. >:)

Now I am going to go curl up with a cup of coffee and try to piece together my heart. Oh Eliot, you must possess the Midas touch for tragedy. ♥

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from: themadteaparty
date: Feb. 27th, 2007 04:54 am (UTC)
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OMGGGGG. OMGGGGGGGGG JENNY ;A; y-you don't know how overwhelmed your comment makes me T_______________TTTT *sobs in gratitude in hands* WAUGUGHH WAUGUGHGHGHHGH you are seriously incredible, do you know that. First you draw fanart for us and now that you know more about the characters, draw more , then you write such an incredible comment that I feel COMPELLED to write more drabbles--and better drabbles ;A;;;;;; WAUGUGHGHGlsadkfjlkfjl my dewy melonpie =3= *loves on you*

HAHA well, Cyril's primarily love interest is Mr Wang, but you know Maddy and I wouldn't be adverse to any doujinshi..........lol :D although I have to admit, I wrote that drabble with a bit of Cyril/Eliot in mind, because I have an unfortunate love for slutty ukes .____. so yes. I think everyone is in love with Eliot too. xD

♥ ♥ ♥

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from: themadteaparty
date: Feb. 27th, 2007 05:12 am (UTC)
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Oops, forgot to finish my comment:

YOUR COMMENT IS SO THOUGHTFUL & GORGEOUS IT MAKES ME WEEP TEARS OF STREAMING RAINBOW BLOOD. Also, hahaha I understand if you don't particularly care for Ian, he's very much a boy-next-door/knight-in-shining-armor hybrid so his personality isn't as, ah, fucked up as Aden's xD I think Maddy and I will try to develop him more though--we want all of our babies to be equally loved XD (with maybe one or two exceptions, i.e. the ones who aren't pretty lol)

Yes. That was what I was going to write. xD

PS: fuckfsdlfkdlkj I missed Heroes tonight ;______;

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from: jour
date: Feb. 25th, 2007 11:50 pm (UTC)
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHHHHH *IS DYING WITH JOY* omggggg, my darling pandapup, you posted them!! *does a jig with a bar wench and buys a round for everyone* =wwww= oh shit, where do I even START.

1) I-I ADORE ADEN. omfg. shit SHIT, that first drabble just made me feel so BAD for our poor baby TT____TTT awwwwwwww awwwwww *coddles him like an ill-treated puppy* I love how alternately biting and heartbreaking his POV is D: D: I didn't think it was possible to feel worse for his plight, but it totally is. *weeps and pens emo-child poetry under a blue moon* ♥♥ So lyrical and angry and sad :(

2) CYRIL! His voice in this is GREAT--how flippant he is about everything, how he tries to hide what a horrible existence he leads TAT Oh Cyril, you shouldn't have to face it alone! *dramatic sob* D: But seriously, the way it's written, how much subtext there is in such a little paragraph--v. beautiful, darling T^T

3) (lol @ Jenny's opinion of Ian) I adore Ian, he's such a dear ;A; I love how in this one you can see what sort of torment Eliot had to suffer in the orphanage and how Ian understands him and comforts him through it all; it's so sweet T^T The details are lovely, too! *marvels at your research on penny dreadfuls* LOL btw, totally nerdy of me, but isn't Roger one of the children who got taken by the evil Church & Mrs. Coulter in The Golden Compass? XD And is Father Gray the priest who teaches them theology? the one who influences Miquel so much? I like his name because it makes me think of Dorian Gray x)

Ahhhhhh write more to feed our baby, darling~! No pressure or anything though :3 ♥

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from: sinistera
date: Feb. 26th, 2007 02:09 am (UTC)
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-PRESSURES!-

...I'll write a real review when I don't have a fever. TwT

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from: themadteaparty
date: Feb. 27th, 2007 05:00 am (UTC)
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BAAAAAAAAY-BIE-CAKE, I LOVE YOU OMFGLKASJDFLKSDJFLKDJFLSKDFJLDKFJ;erlejkrlkr *chugs five mugs of ale just to summon the courage to propose to you* hoooolllyyyy crap, this comment was incredible ;3; you and Jenny and Tracy inspire me to write more ;A; and to receive such luscious praise from so talented a writer as yourself is enough to send me into happy mind-numbing oblivion ;A; *clings to your arm in astonishment* Maddy boo boo, you know that I will squeeze some drabbles out of you T3T/

LOLOL, I'm so glad you spotted that--I was TOTALLY thinking of HDM when I wrote that section haha ♥ I was like, 'hmm, will anyone catch the reference?' and lo and behold, my gold-plated canary never disappoints T^Tb and yes! Father Gray is the priest who gently thumps bibles over the boys' heads and influences Miquel like whoa. One last thing, I actually didn't do any research on penny dreadfuls, I just made up the names...xD and if you go back to one of the emails I sent in July (mid-July I believe?) about our mangababy, you'll see that 'Quentin Blackass' holds some significance~~if we choose to use that idea, I mean :D

YOU HAVE TO WRITE TOO ♥

PS: ahh! I shall send you that email about the fire+character development+plot stuffs soon~~ T3Tb

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from: jour
date: Feb. 27th, 2007 09:17 pm (UTC)
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Ooh, what do you think about each writing character development drabbles for the characters we've been assigned to design? Er, since you were going to design Ian and Cyril and have already written drabbles for them? ;A; (Aden doesn't really need more development, since we seem to talk way too much about him as it is 8D) And uh, we could post the drabbles on the comm, discuss what we like/dislike about the characterizations? It'd help us get a grasp on our characters without having to both be online at the same time to chat about them? (plus, we always digress like WHOA whenever we chat) TT3TT Tell me what you think, pandaboo~

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from: sinistera
date: Feb. 27th, 2007 12:09 am (UTC)
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OKAY I'M MOSTLY COHERENT NOW. 8D

I seriously don't understand why you were so insecure about these drabbles, since they're beautiful. In fact, I'm convinced that they're ranked in beauty, because I like the last one the best (I love the staircase imagery and I just like the whole sephia atmosphere of the piece), and I liked the second piece the second most ... IN OTHER WORDS, THEY JUST KEPT ON GETTING BETTER THAN BETTER AS I READ ALONG.

Therefore, Connie, you should post more. END OF ARGUEMENT.

Question. I want to fic for this series, but that would require my taking liberties of these characters since I don't know that much about them. I get a good sense of Aden. I think I know Ian, but he seems to be type of character to be nice and distant, just because he's trying to protect his loved one (in this case, Eliot) from something personally harmful. I uh, don't know if that made sense. I actually am not sure about Eliot. I want to call him blissfully innocent. Or perhaps blissfully goodhearted? Blissfully optimistic? I'm not sure at all.

I was going through your characters list late last night (YES I PRINTED IT OUT /DWEEB) and I have a feeling that I'd baby Philip, Thierry, and Mr. Wang just cause they seem to be the type of character I usually take to. And maybe Simeon and Miquel. So uh. IF YOU HAVE DRABBLES OF THEM, BETTER POST THEM SOON.

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from: jour
date: Feb. 27th, 2007 03:50 am (UTC)
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Awwwwww omg :D :D I LOVE YOU, you're really going to fic for our pus-oozing mangababy??

I...To tell you the truth, even I don't know Eliot's character that well...(perhaps Connie will be able to remember more =A=) I kind of imagine him as being rather distant, off in his own world of interconnecting clues and random...genius thoughts. He's also very mild and well-mannered? I don't exactly want to turn him into the stereotypical perfectly goodhearted wouldn't-harm-a-fly universal uke, but perhaps more Sherlockean (ie. eccentric) in his mannerisms ._. But then, I need to get Connie's opinion on these :U We've been cranking out new characters without really fleshing out the existing ones first XD

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from: themadteaparty
date: Feb. 27th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
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UWAGLSKFLDFKLFLKDFJKLJ!!!! TRACY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Seriously omg fic for us and I'll.......I'll.........I dunno. Do something for Rapturia :D (and I know I still owe you a picture of Dan. XD M-maybe I'll get that done first, lol *failure*) Lemme get back to you on that one after you fic for us ;D *rubs hands together in feverish anticipation*

LOLOL oh man, Philip, Thierry, and Mr Wang just happen to be three of our most under-developed characters XD we'll think up histories and such for them just for you, my shining platinum swan T^Tb

PS: y-yeah, I'm gonna have to agree with Maddy here, I don't think we know Eliot's character that well at ALL--he's definitely not a wouldn't-harm-a-fly kind of person, since he's clever and quirky and not totally adverse to throwing one of his enemies in harm's way to ensure his own survival .-. but deep down I guess he is a gentle soul. Oh, I don't know. W-we'll figure Eliot out soon XD

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from: sinistera
date: Feb. 27th, 2007 09:35 pm (UTC)
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You uh... don't need to do anything for Rapturia (though, a sketch of Dan sometime would be nice ;0;) because I may crossover. It's the easiest thing for me since this is new territory for me. But don't worry; it'll be like 80% Lindons and 19% WTF and 1% Rapt. =0=

-pesters- Work hard!

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