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Fall by shaenie (R)
Fandom: LotRiPS
Pairing: Dom/Orlando
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shaenie
Author Website: Mindless Entertainment with Absolutely No Redeeming Features
Why this must be read:
Aaaaand the month's first wing!fic. But wait! Forget the heavenly cliches-- This wing!fic is unlike anything I've ever read. It's a very, very creepy story, with an almost otherworldly Orlando and a scared, confused Dom. The idea and the execution fit together like a well-woven tapestry to create a world where Orlando is no angel.
Dom took advantage of his inattention to walk away a few steps. Back away, actually, because he couldn't quite bring himself to turn his back on Orlando. It was stupid, Orlando was about as dangerous as an overlarge puppy, but there it was.
He was scared. There was something very, very fucking scary about Orlando right now. His hands were beset with tiny tremors, his palms were damp, and sweat was prickling uncomfortably at all of his vulnerable places, the back of his neck, underarms, belly, the backs of his knees. All the places for which a predator might lunge, to weaken and disable.
Fall
Pairing: Dom/Orlando
Author on LJ:
shaenieAuthor Website: Mindless Entertainment with Absolutely No Redeeming Features
Why this must be read:
Aaaaand the month's first wing!fic. But wait! Forget the heavenly cliches-- This wing!fic is unlike anything I've ever read. It's a very, very creepy story, with an almost otherworldly Orlando and a scared, confused Dom. The idea and the execution fit together like a well-woven tapestry to create a world where Orlando is no angel.
Dom took advantage of his inattention to walk away a few steps. Back away, actually, because he couldn't quite bring himself to turn his back on Orlando. It was stupid, Orlando was about as dangerous as an overlarge puppy, but there it was.
He was scared. There was something very, very fucking scary about Orlando right now. His hands were beset with tiny tremors, his palms were damp, and sweat was prickling uncomfortably at all of his vulnerable places, the back of his neck, underarms, belly, the backs of his knees. All the places for which a predator might lunge, to weaken and disable.
Fall
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