Big ol' rec
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the_deep_magicOkay, anyone who has not yet read ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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rpf_big_bang fic, Wind at Dawn (Noble Things), DO IT.
I would say "drop everything and read it NOW," but I would definitely recommend that you read it a) when you have time to sit down, get away from any distractions, and read the whole thing in one go; and b) where you will not be embarrassed to be found sobbing like a baby. It's not light reading, but it's so, so worth it. I can't vouch for its complete historical accuracy, but it feels incredibly authentic, and she does an amazing job of creating the atmosphere of a dismal, seemingly-endless war as well as the hope that Zach and Chris find in each other.
Zach comes to himself in shock and shame, immediately taking Chris’ elbow and helping slowly into the tub.
Chris lowers himself cautiously, the steam pinking the fragile skin of his sunken abdomen, the firelight casting shadow shapes across the expanse of skin as he disappears limb by limb under the water.
The tub is small, and Chris settles with his back against the curve and his knees under his chin. The kettle hisses, and Zach takes it off the heat, bringing it over to the tub and pouring half into the water, steam rising in great clouds from the water to coat Chris’ lashes and eyebrows with a faint sheen.
The hat. Chris is still wearing his hat. Zach begins to chuckle, softly, then louder. He reaches one shaking hand out to pull it off, and Chris’ hair tries to go with it, sticking madly in every direction in protest at the hat’s loss. Zach laughs harder, leaning forward to smooth his hair with his hand, sliding his fingers into the golden mess.
Chris raises a hand from the bath to Zach’s face, and he watches in amazement as Chris strokes a wondering thumb once, twice across his cheekbone and down to his mouth, before pulling it back to examine the moisture on its tip.
He hadn’t known he was crying.
Since this is set against the backdrop of a war, there is naturally a ton of angst, some violence, and then more angst -- do read the warnings/spoilers if you need specifics. But I am a total weenie and I survived! I would, however, havebeedlebarg's telepathy fic from Pintopalooza ready to go for afterwards. It's my go-to angst antidote (angstidote?)
Hmmm... gonna go leavezjofierose a proper comment, then create an "angstidote" tag in my Delicious.
P.S. -- I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY PROMISED REC POST. I AM TOTES WORKING ON IT!
zjofierose's rpf_big_bang fic, Wind at Dawn (Noble Things), DO IT.I would say "drop everything and read it NOW," but I would definitely recommend that you read it a) when you have time to sit down, get away from any distractions, and read the whole thing in one go; and b) where you will not be embarrassed to be found sobbing like a baby. It's not light reading, but it's so, so worth it. I can't vouch for its complete historical accuracy, but it feels incredibly authentic, and she does an amazing job of creating the atmosphere of a dismal, seemingly-endless war as well as the hope that Zach and Chris find in each other.
Zach comes to himself in shock and shame, immediately taking Chris’ elbow and helping slowly into the tub.
Chris lowers himself cautiously, the steam pinking the fragile skin of his sunken abdomen, the firelight casting shadow shapes across the expanse of skin as he disappears limb by limb under the water.
The tub is small, and Chris settles with his back against the curve and his knees under his chin. The kettle hisses, and Zach takes it off the heat, bringing it over to the tub and pouring half into the water, steam rising in great clouds from the water to coat Chris’ lashes and eyebrows with a faint sheen.
The hat. Chris is still wearing his hat. Zach begins to chuckle, softly, then louder. He reaches one shaking hand out to pull it off, and Chris’ hair tries to go with it, sticking madly in every direction in protest at the hat’s loss. Zach laughs harder, leaning forward to smooth his hair with his hand, sliding his fingers into the golden mess.
Chris raises a hand from the bath to Zach’s face, and he watches in amazement as Chris strokes a wondering thumb once, twice across his cheekbone and down to his mouth, before pulling it back to examine the moisture on its tip.
He hadn’t known he was crying.
Since this is set against the backdrop of a war, there is naturally a ton of angst, some violence, and then more angst -- do read the warnings/spoilers if you need specifics. But I am a total weenie and I survived! I would, however, have
beedlebarg's telepathy fic from Pintopalooza ready to go for afterwards. It's my go-to angst antidote (angstidote?)Hmmm... gonna go leave
zjofierose a proper comment, then create an "angstidote" tag in my Delicious.P.S. -- I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT MY PROMISED REC POST. I AM TOTES WORKING ON IT!
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Date: 2010-11-13 06:57 am (UTC)It's fics like that one (and a ton more, including yours) that make me so damn happy that this fndom exists. All onthat good stuff is worth the wait in the end.
That telepathy fic is a helluva good read as well.
God damn I love this fandom.
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Date: 2010-11-13 07:56 am (UTC)i am so, SO happy that you liked this so much. i... just, thank you. :)