Dia duit mo chairde! I'm Megara (don't laugh), erstwhile known as Meg. Or Eggs. Or Egghead, which isn't that great. I'm Irish, I play field hockey, I love Radiohead, orange juice, Gladiator, frogs, Mickey Rourke, One Tree Hill, Neil Gaiman, peanut M&Ms, MASH, my cats and Finding Nemo. And, under no circumstances, would I ever EVER trade in my dear grandpapa for Giancarlo Gianinni. Ever ... Yeah, well, glad that's cleared up. One night, no strings, any fictional character: Sirius Black/The Phantom of the Opera - just cause he's all phantomy and stuff. Y'know?
Summary: “But if I’m fire,” I protested, “and you’re ice, what do we have in common?” Tom smirked, reaching up and twisting a strand of my hair around his finger. “Destruction.” I pressed my knife to his throat, drawing blood. “My feelings exactly.” TR/GW