Into Every Life, a Little Rain Must Fall...

[avery11.livejournal.com]

(No story, just a manip inspired by the song challenge)

Ah, Paris in the Springtime!

Comments

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Hee hee, you're just going to town with these manips! Good job! Merci Madame!

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Merci beaucoups! C'est tres addictive.

[mrua7.livejournal.com]

Certainment, alors.

[ndcelt.livejournal.com]

And thanks to that, I'm going to Paris with The Boys - so love this pic!!!

Come on up to my apartment, oui?, and I'll dry you both off.

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Glad you could tag along on their trip!

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

Hmmm... what sort of adventure accompanies this intriguing photo? What a fun twist in the challenge, thanks.

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I know it isn't writing, but I hoped it would be okay to post it here anyway. There will be a story to go with the manip eventually, but not until concert season is over. Meanwhile, these manips help to relax my mind.

[lindafishes8.livejournal.com]

It's raining in your manip! I have never seen that before. I am impressed! Don't give Illya pneumonia now.

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Poor Illya. He does look pretty miserable, doesn't he?

[kanders07.livejournal.com]

I love this! What a great take on the prompt. Even if it's not a story, it's wonderful.

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I just learned how to do this!

[yelizaveta52.livejournal.com]

Very nice.

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Thanks.

[st-crispins.livejournal.com]

Very cool

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Svetlana at is a very good teacher.

[yumyumpm.livejournal.com]

Lovely. It goes so well

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Thanks! There's nothing like a wet UNCLE agent!

[ndcelt.livejournal.com]

~~~sigh~~~ I keep scrolling down the Friends Page just to gaze on this evocative scene, wishing I was there. Maybe I'm a country girl in Paris with my cart of spring flowers for sale, and the Boys, ever the gentlemen, notice me getting more and more drenched as I try to push my cart under a sidewalk awning, the old wooden wheel caught against the curb, lend their muscles to the task and soon we are all three of us under the striped awning of a French cafe, wiping our faces of the warm Paris rain. Napoleon graciously hands me his handkerchief, Illya watching me while pretending not to watch me dabbing my face. Suddenly, someone's stomach churns, the smells from behind us intoxicating to three people whose afternoon plans have been re-arranged by the sudden shower. "Perhaps we ought to patronize the establishment that gives us shelter, hm?", Napoleon gestures into the doorway. Illya is still watching me although now his full mouth is curved into a sweet yet mysterious smile. I think I would enjoy spending a shower with these two, and I step forward.

[avery11.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you have a great story idea there--why not run with it? I'd love to see what happens next.

[ndcelt.livejournal.com]

Oh, you make me chuckle. I just do vignettes when the emotion hits. It's just my ramblings brought on by an evocative piece of artwork, there's no more.