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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 10/10/03 9:12pm Subject: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!) - Date Edited: 1/6/04 6:44pm (10 edits total) Edited By: obaona
	Thanks for clicking! And aye, it's finally up. Title: Breaking the Ice. Summary: Ice is broken. Important!! A/N: This is set before even the first in the series (I guess this is first now ), The Blanket Incident. It is set almost immediately after The Last Command. A/N: Thanks to Rivad_Bacar for the title. I had such a time trying to get the story to fit the title, you evil person you. This is also the longest vignette of the series (ooh, trivia! ), at 7 pages at 12 New Times Roman. A/N2: THANK YOU to Jedi-2B for beta'ing! Now, everyone, thank her. Chronological Listing and Links of the Series: I am putting this here due to the fact that readers have posted on different stories with ‘what’s this about a sequel?’. Here are all the stories (including this one) in chronological order (not the order they were written): Cold Front, Breaking the Ice, The Blanket Incident, It Was Cold, If You Can’t Stand the Heat, Warming Up, It Got Too Hot, Kindling the Flame, Mara the Burninator, It’s Not the Heat, It’s the Humidity, and Heat Wave. Cover Art ~~~~* As the Emperor’s Hand, I went to dances and balls on many occasions – on missions. Not for fun, or play, or because I enjoyed the status-you-either-got-it-or-you-don’t aspect, but because that was my job. So when Karrde said it would be only polite for me to attend the ball thrown in honor of Grand Admiral Thrawn’s defeat – which was the result of a lot of luck, in my opinion – I had to agree. For my job as the new ‘liaison’ between smugglers and the New Republic. As such, I had dressed tastefully but sedately. No fashion gaffes, but nothing noticeable. I wanted to be unnoticeable . . . perhaps I could make contacts, and that was a good part of the reason for being here, but anyone who wanted to find me didn’t need a sparkly, attention-getting dress to do it. As a result, I was surprised when Skywalker came over to me with that look in his eyes. The blue of his irises looked darker than normal, and he gave me a slightly goofy smile. I resisted the urge to look down at my dark green dress to see if I’d spilled on myself one of those non-alcoholic drinks I had sipped earlier. “Hi, Mara,” he said, stepping to my side. I deliberately looked out at the dance floor, listening to the slow music. “Hello, Skywalker,” I said offhandedly. Buzz off. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked politely. I looked at him. “No,” I said flatly. “Neither am I, really,” Skywalker admitted. “Leia dragged me along. Even picked out my clothes,” he added, pulling at his navy tunic. Personally, I thought it brought out the colors of his eyes. “Letting your sister pick out your clothes? That’s just embarrassing, Skywalker,” I said, giving him a disgusted look. Privately, I was amused. At least she had better taste than he did, with those black clothes he always wore. Besides, black reminded me of unpleasant memories. Force, another man’s clothing is reminding me of the past, I thought. I closed my eyes and sighed. “Mara?” Luke said more softly, touching my bare arm. The touch was nearly electric. I tensed but refused to do something so childish as jerk my arm away. “I’m fine,” I said automatically, sure of what would be the next thing out of his mouth. And the thing after that? Probably ‘Are you sure?’ Like I was just prevaricating when I said it the first time. As such, his next words were entirely unexpected. “Dance with me?” he asked. My eyes flew open and I looked at him in astonishment. “I’m not that bad, Leia says,” Skywalker said defensively. He smiled, a grin of pure daring and mischief. I have to say this for Skywalker, when he goes after something, he goes after it with everything he has. He raised an eyebrow at me. I watched the silent, knowing dare in his eyes for a moment more, and then said, “Fine. Let’s go.” Without letting him reply, I grabbed his arm and walked out to the dance floor. He allowed it, and when I stopped, satisfied with our position on the polished floor, he instantly stepped in to take my hand and put his other hand on my waist. He smiled at me as I put my hand on his shoulder and studied him. “Can you really dance, Skywalker?” I asked. He nodded. “Shall we see?” He tightened his grip on me slightly as I let him lead, and we began to dance. It was a slow one, requiring only grace and some knowledge of the few repetitive steps it had. In fact, he was a fair dancer. He was graceful, very light on his feet – probably because of his Jedi training, as that required physical dexterity and yes, even grace – and was very aware of where I was in relation to where he was. “Are you always this tense when you dance?” he murmured, almost timidly – sure of my ready wrath, no doubt. “I am not tense,” I retorted. And made a conscious effort to relax. It was silly, really, to be tense at all. I couldn’t help it if Skywalker made me . . . twitchy. And he always did, for some reason. It wasn’t that he had been involved in killing Palpatine – I was realistic enough to accept that Palpatine had deceived me. It was something else. Something to do with that look he got in his eyes. I liked having the advantage of not ever being truly seen. It keeps you unpredictable . . . and often ensures your survival. “Oh?” he replied softly, doing that thing with his eyes. I stared back at him defiantly, totally unwilling to give into my urge to look away. It was disconcerting, while being so close to him – his eyes were so intensely blue, and when he looked at you, he looked at you. Not at his perceptions of you, but really you. His hand on my back stroked me ever so slightly, and I jerked involuntarily “I am not tense,” I repeated, sure if I said it enough times it would be true. A faint twinge of sadness entered his eyes. “Does my presence disturb you that much?” “Don’t flatter yourself, Skywalker,” I said harshly, and yanked out of his grip, uncaring of how it appeared. His remark, so confident in its truthfulness, stung. I was not disturbed by anything. I picked up my skirts – the dreadfully impractical things – and left the dance floor with as much dignity as I could muster. I ignored the stares and murmurs that followed me, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see Skywalker following me. I left the actual ballroom, and went outside into the courtyard. Greenery seemed to be showered everywhere, with ancient stone peeking out. This building remained from the days of the Old Republic. I sighed deeply, pausing. Then a glint of something still – that didn’t seem like it should be still – caught my eye. I stepped forward, beyond the terraces, deeper into the courtyard. Where once there had been a small - well, small in the sense you could see the other side - lake that the rest of the courtyard was centered around, there was . . . “They froze it,” Luke’s voice came behind me. “A display of . . . I don’t know, ingenuity, keeping the thing cold in the middle of summer.” “I know what ice is,” I snapped. “I know,” he replied calmly. “I thought you might be curious as to why it was that way.” I didn’t look away from the lake, frozen into stillness. It was icy blue. The same shade as Luke’s eyes. “It’s a pointless thing to do,” I finally said into the silence, which felt uncomfortable to me. “Doing – this,” I said, waving my hand in the direction of the lake. “It had little birds drinking from it before, and little fish underneath.” I felt absurdly sad, and breathed out angrily. Angry at myself for being so foolish. Luke spoke quietly. “It’s natural to grieve for the past. To do so at least sometimes.” Surprisingly, I felt no anger at his piercing words. I sighed. “It’s still a waste of time.” Luke said nothing, and after a moment, suspicion arose in my mind. “How did you know that was what I was thinking?” I looked at him, and he was looking down. “I wasn’t trying to sense anything on purpose –“ Skywalker began. “Skywalker! How many times have I told you to keep out of my mind?” “You were practically broadcasting!” he protested. “Sithspawn,” I cursed, pushing my hand through my hair before remember it was up, and touching it would ruin it. Luke gave me a look of unrelenting dry amusement. “Oh,” I said, feeling absurd again. How did I always manage to make a fool of myself around Skywalker? Crashing into a jungle with him, letting him influence my decisions – something foolish at least to me – and other events. Sithspawn. As in, Luke, the son of Vader, the ‘spawn’ of a Sith. “If it makes you feel any better, I used to use that curse word, when I still cursed at all,” Luke added, flashing me a smile. I had to laugh at myself, feeling slightly better. I wondered for a moment why he stopped cursing, then realized it probably had to do with the fact that he was a Jedi, and had to be all gentlemanly. “You know,” I said suddenly, as the thought arose unexpectedly out of nowhere, “I bet that ice would hold my weight.” “Mara?” He sounded confused. I hiked my skirts up to my knees, and stepped out onto the ice, feeling a sense of reckless giddiness. To the seventh hell with all my careful posturing, the training to be so careful ingrained in me – I wanted to feel, and I wanted to do something that was just me, no survival training involved. I had to step up, over a stone rising, which was there to keep people from falling into the water so easily. My shoes, more slippers, really – normally carefully hidden under my skirts, of course – would probably work well on the ice. I had to have sensible shoes. “Mara, I don’t think that’s safe,” Luke said, sounding concerned. I looked back at him. He was right up against the stone ledge, hands loose at his sides. He eyed the ice. “Nonsense,” I replied flippantly. “Isn’t this a display of ingenuity or whatever?” I raised my chin. “Scared?” His lips firmed. “Mara . . .” “Nah, you’re too sensible,” I retorted against the admonishing look on his face. He shook his head, giving a little laugh. “Seriously, Mara.” “Get up here,” I ordered. He opened his mouth to speak. I raised my hand. “That better be a yes.” He gave me one last, firmly admonishing look, and then he stepped up, moving onto the ice carefully. “Say,” he asked casually, “do you know how deep this lake is?” I grabbed his wrist and pulled. “Mara!” he said, his grip tightening instinctively as I unbalanced him. He nearly fell, but instead slid across the ice, its surface likely smoother than it could ever be in nature. I repressed a giggle, instead letting it blossom into a full laugh. Keeping a firm grip on Luke’s wrist, I moved myself forward, deliberately trying to slide. The air near the ice was very cool, making my legs cold. Luke wobbled. “Mara, you must have been a terror as a child,” he gasped out, clearly not thinking. I didn’t mind. Well, only slightly. “I’m making up for lost time . . . isn’t that what people like me are supposed to do? Rediscover their childhoods?” I asked him, raising an eyebrow. That shut him up. Temporarily. I kept sliding, starting to get the hang of it, while dragging Luke behind me. Since he wasn’t in control, simply following me through my grip on his wrist and his own precarious balance, he was having more difficulty. I had to admit, seeing him so ungraceful was fun. I repressed another giggle. “Mara . . .” “Losing your balance?” “Mara, I’m doubting the Republic’s ingenuity right now,” he said seriously. “What?” I said, not really comprehending. Then I heard a sharp crack come from beneath me. I looked past my skirts, held loosely in one hand, to the ice. A huge crack had appeared right beneath me. Luke was also quite close to it. We both stared at it, then each other, than back at it again. “Sithspawn,” I breathed, and the ice broke. In less than a second, we were immersed in freezing water. The shock of the cold made me freeze for a split second, and then I was fighting to get to the surface. Fortunately, it wasn’t cold enough to freeze over immediately, as I had been warned in training could happen. I reached the surface gasping. I looked around for Luke, frantic and full of fear for a moment, and then he broke through to the surface. I had a sudden worry of whether he could swim. “We need to get to dry land,” Luke said after a moment of just inhaling crisp air, spitting out water and paddling. “It’s not far, thankfully.” I nodded, feeling more foolish than before – foolish enough I didn’t comment on his obvious conclusion. What was I thinking, taking such a stupid risk? “Stupid skirt,” I muttered. “Why do these things have to be so heavy?” Luke looked at me. “Do you think you should rip it off?” He looked around, seeing the same thing as me – the ice clearly wasn’t as strong as I had thought. It had cracked for several meters, leaving us nothing to climb onto to get out of the lake for a while. “I can’t rip it off and swim at the same time,” I said, knowing the dress was already ruined. “I’d sink like a rock.” “Then let me,” Luke said, and swam over to me. He took a deep breath, then let himself sink, grabbing my skirts. I spared a thought for the sheer ridiculousness of this situation, then concentrated on keeping afloat. Luke didn’t take long. He surfaced quickly, me feeling much lighter. We swam for solid ice, and after reaching it, managed with some difficulty to lift ourselves up to it. I thanked the Force repeatedly when it didn’t break, and we were able to skid over to dry land, sputtering and shivering all the while. A little crowd had developed. Luke had only torn off the outer layers of my skirts, so fortunately it was less embarrassing than it could have been. Solo and Organa were there, as well as a few security guards. “The security guards alerted us to what was happening,” Leia managed, with a good degree of self-control. Solo just stood there and chortled. I looked over at Luke, and he was . . . blushing? Surely I was kidding myself. However, I could feel my own face warm. “It was an accident,” I said heatedly. Solo chuckled. “I’d wonder about you, if you did that on purpose,” he responded flippantly. I gave him my best I’m-going-kill-you glare, and he looked slightly disconcerted. The security guards, looking admirably stony-faced, handed blankets to Luke and me. Though that made me wonder what they had seen in their days of looking after the famous and stupid. In the meantime, Organa assured us that she had a few rooms handy where we could dry off and warm up. Luke thanked her. Leia gave him a look I can only describe as sisterly concern and admonishment. To my surprise, Luke came over to me and put his arm around my shoulders, squeezing lightly. I gave him a dubious look, and he smiled. From a distance, out of hearing, Organa and Solo looked on curiously. Luke said to me in a half whisper, “At least you aren’t tense anymore.” And I realized I had relaxed into his grip. Had gotten comfortable in Luke Skywalker’s arms. Which just couldn’t happen, because that’s the way it was. You didn’t let people see you. But I still wasn’t tensing up, and Luke was still grinning. Naturally I slapped him. [fin] -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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LadyPadme Title: Manager Emeritus Registered: Sep '02	Date Posted: 10/10/03 9:18pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	Adorable, oba! This is such a great series! -----signature----- Evil Twin of Gabri_Jade When a baby smiles the world is happy
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J_M_Bulldog Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 10/10/03 9:39pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	Great one oba, very cute and funny. I can just see the two of them, stanging there looking like drowned er, well rats, Is there going to be more of the series? -----signature----- BA(bad attitude), aka Thwack, of TKL's Lomin Ale Wraiths I am never down. I am either up or I am getting up, but I am never down. Stop telling God how big your storm is; instead tell the storm how big your God is.
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Dancing_Jansons Registered: Oct '02	Date Posted: 10/10/03 9:52pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	Oh, man, this is so great! Love it! “Hello, Skywalker,” I said offhandedly. Buzz off. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked politely. Good thing for Mara that Luke won't take a hint. “I am not tense,” I retorted. And made a conscious effort to relax. It was silly, really, to be tense at all. I couldn’t help it if Skywalker made me . . . twitchy. It's love, dear. his eyes were so intensely blue, and when he looked at you, he looked at you. Not at his perceptions of you, but really you. That's a great observation about Luke. Oh, the whole ice capade scene was marvelous, Oba. Just laugh out loud funny. I could see it all. A little crowd had developed. Of course! Though that made me wonder what they had seen in their days of looking after the famous and stupid. For some reason this made me just crack up. Mara's "voice" was dead on; I loved every second. A wonderful addition to your series, Oba! <two thumbs up>
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RebelMom Title: TFF Secretary Registered: Apr '00	Date Posted: 10/10/03 10:02pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	Oh that was just great! I'm so glad you wrote it. Loved the ending. -----signature----- Short Story: Pressure Point http://boards.theforce.net/beyond_the_saga/b10477/26961243/p1/?7 Jacen Solo and Anakin Skywalker - as it should have been. TFF: Cheryl
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Gabri_Jade Title: Fan Fiction Archive Editor Emeritus Registered: Nov '02	Date Posted: 10/10/03 11:00pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	It's up! Whoo-hoo! anyone who wanted to find me didn’t need a sparkly, attention-getting dress to do it. So true. “Hi, Mara,” he said, stepping to my side. I deliberately looked out at the dance floor, listening to the slow music. “Hello, Skywalker,” I said offhandedly. Buzz off. As DJ said, it's a good thing Luke won't take a hint. Force knows Mara's being pretty obvious here. I like her tactics, too. He tightened his grip on me slightly as I let him lead, and we began to dance. grins She let him lead, huh? “Mara, you must have been a terror as a child,” he gasped out, clearly not thinking. I love that line. It's nice to see Luke's immediate, genuine reaction, untempered by any premeditated tactfulness. Besides, Mara would have been a terror as a child. “Mara, I’m doubting the Republic’s ingenuity right now,” he said seriously. LOL!!! I looked past my skirts, held loosely in one hand, to the ice. A huge crack had appeared right beneath me. Luke was also quite close to it. We both stared at it, then each other, than back at it again. LOL again! That's so vivid, oba. I can see it perfectly. Solo chuckled. “I’d wonder about you, if you did that on purpose,” he responded flippantly. giggles So would I. Naturally I slapped him. grins Oba, do I sense an ongoing theme here? Lovely again, dear. Simply beautiful writing and perfect characterization throughout the whole series. Thank you so much for all the wonderful new reading material, dear! hugs -----signature----- Evil Twin of LadyPadme This concept of "wuv" confuses and infuriates us! - Futurama All I can do is be me. Whoever that is. - Bob Dylan Serendipity (Leia-Mara vig) - http://boards.theforce.net/b/b1/30178069 !!11!1eleventy
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Benjor45 Registered: Aug '03	Date Posted: 10/10/03 11:52pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	Oba! “Sithspawn,” I breathed, and the ice broke. You brought out a moment of Mara's 'childish' side masterfully. Kind of what I wanted to make in my fic, but you did it beautifully. “Get up here,” I ordered. He opened his mouth to speak. I raised my hand. “That better be a yes.” Ho-hum Typical... what's with girls thinking they can boss us around?... Great as always Oba.
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Jedi-2B Registered: Nov '00	Date Posted: 10/11/03 6:08am Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	Ahh, you've got it up! This was sooo cute. All the lines I liked are, as they say, too numerous to mention. You are not only the queen of M&L vignettes, but also the queen of one-liners between them. All right, I'm standing by for the next suggested sequel (or prequel, or whatever). -----signature----- It was on her fifteenth day in the darkness of the Nirauan cave when Mara Jade awoke to discover a rescuer had finally arrived. It was not, however, any of the potential rescuers she would have expected. It was Luke. ~~And the rest is history~~
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Lt_Jaina_Solo Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 10/11/03 6:59am Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	Great post, obana! Luke and Mara are so cute together...and the way that they "argue" is hilarious!!! I LOVED the end: But I still wasn’t tensing up, and Luke was still grinning. Naturally I slapped him. Again, fantastic job! -----signature----- Handmaiden Irelynné, Handmaiden of the Crest All links to stories in bio!
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Dev_Binks Registered: Aug '03	Date Posted: 10/11/03 7:16am Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	Finally one where you have her slap him. But I guess you had too do it eventually. -----signature----- "There will be pages. Lots and lots of pages. Most of them will have letters on them, and the vast majority of those letters will be in the roman alphabet." -Aaron Allston
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The_Good_Twin Registered: Jun '03	Date Posted: 10/11/03 8:11am Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	“Leia dragged me along. Even picked out my clothes,” - LOL, that line is classic! “Mara, I’m doubting the Republic’s ingenuity right now,” he said seriously.- hehehe, it’s a little late for that! “I can’t rip it off and swim at the same time,”… “Then let me,”- But this time Luke was really quick to react! But he really did it only for the sake of survival! :P Naturally I slapped him.- Of course. -----signature----- "Ich geh' jetzt 'nen Plätzchen mampfen, Mampfred!" "Wie, du stehst auf der Leitung?"- "Hä? Ich hab' gesagt,ich hab' 'nen Finger in der Zeitung!" - ".. ?:\|.."
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Benjor45 Registered: Aug '03	Date Posted: 10/11/03 12:21pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!) - Date Edited: 10/11/03 12:25pm (2 edits total) Edited By: Benjor45
	I got it. The symbolism. The lake. Mara's childhood. The frozen lake. Mara's childhood and life after Palpatine. The woman of ice. Hehehe. And now with Luke she's Breaking the Ice . Beautiful, Oba, beautiful. I'm slow, I know... I suck at titles. C'mon folks we need to give Oba more bunnies!
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Jaina_and_Jag Registered: Apr '03	Date Posted: 10/11/03 12:46pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	That was the greatest!!! I can't believe Mara did that! I'm glad she slapped him though. J&J
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obaona Registered: Jun '02	Date Posted: 10/11/03 2:39pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	LadyPadme: Thanks! J_M_Bulldog: Drowned rats - Thank you! And I don't know . . . gives readers pointed look Dancing_Jansons: Thank you! And when has Luke ever taken a hint? Not often! And your 'it's love, dear' made me burst out laughing. I'm glad you like the ice scene - I worried it felt kind of tacked on. I was trying to fit the story to the title. And thank you again! RebelMom: Thank you! And aye, I like the ending too. I feel like it really connects the story to The Blanket Incident. Gabri: Yep, up finally. It was just one thing after another this week sighs at week . And as I told DJ, how often does Luke take a hint, really? And of course she let him lead. This is Mara we're talking about, here. I carefully thought through that line, I'll have you know! Ongoing theme? blinks innocently And thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying all your new wonderful reading material. Benjor45: Thank you! Aye, well, Mara being childish is difficult. It's so against her control-freak character. And girls boss around boys because we're always right. Oh wait . . . looks at Mara again Whoops! Jedi-2B: Thank you! Queen of one-liners between them? I'm blushing! As for sequels/prequels . . . gives readers another pointed look Lt_Jaina_Solo: They're really quite priceless . . . Luke and Mara, I mean. They bicker like a married couple. And thank you! Dev_Binks: I think it explains why Luke is so glad he got away with slapping her in The Blanket Incident. The_Good_Twin: Aye, well, this is Leia we're talking about here! She's bossy. And only for the sake of survival? Well . . . maybe. And of course she slapped him. It was inevitable. ^ Benjor45: That's really interesting, because your idea of my symbolism fits better than my idea of my symbolism! I think I'll take yours . . . takes I originally intended for the meaning of Breaking the Ice to be both literal and not. Breaking the Ice, means, I guess, breaking Mara's icy barriers, as well as breaking ice literally. Anyway! huggies You always give such excellent feedback that makes me think - thank you! Jaina_and_Jag: Everyone seems to be glad she slapped him . . . do we have something against Luke, here? And thank you!! And I see no title suggestions, readers! (Though a lot of 'someone give her one!' hehe.) What has happened?!? -----signature----- MS Word is designed by sadists with masochists in mind. - teh atty my recent Atton (KOTOR2) fic: http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/30335989
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Bri_Windstar Registered: May '02	Date Posted: 10/11/03 2:58pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!) - Date Edited: 10/13/03 2:21pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Bri_Windstar
	Well darn oba, when i first saw the title idea, i never thought you would literally break the ice! Oh, that was cute dear. Very fun. Its so weird to think about this, esp for such a well-meaning, lightheartened piece, but it almost served as a bit of a "moving on" moment for her. Its like she sees the past for what it was, she sees a future she's not quite sure how to face, and she's trying to blend who she was, who she is, and who she will be into one workable, cool and crisp person who doesn't have much need for obvious emotion. Or maybe i just read too much into these things. Oh, and i thought of something- Cooling Things Off ::Windstar Out:: -----signature----- Mediocrity- it takes a lot less time and most people won't notice the difference before it's too late. * OMG! SO RIDICULOUSLY AND AGGRAVATINGLY PERFECT!- Gabri * 11010110101000101011
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jedi7 Registered: Jan '02	Date Posted: 10/11/03 8:21pm Subject: RE: Breaking the Ice (L/M vignette; another in the Temperature series!)
	This is a great series, I Love It!!!!! 7
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