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mandysbitch.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-07-26 08:54 pm
What We Have Instead by Epigone (R-ish for language mostly)
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: Beecher/ Keller
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
likethesun2
Author Website: Finishing the Hat
Why this must be read:
Oh, have I mentioned how much I *love* new writers discovering Oz? You think you've seen this relationship done a hundred times and then someone new comes along and offers a whole new take on it.
I love the gorgeous writing in this, the way the narrative weaves in and out of that which happened and that which didn't - the road diverged and here's both paths it took. The dialogue, the metaphor, the repetition and the recurring motif of the telephone, make for a beautiful story and yet another way to see this relationship.
Their first night together, Toby can’t focus. Too many other people in the bed, he supposes, too many other claimants in the case, too many wives and dead men between them. The second night, he opens his eyes and watches Chris, and learns something else.
Chris doesn’t come. He goes away, staring for miles. Then Toby understands why it’s called climax, because Chris seems to gather in on himself and rise, rise, sequestered somewhere in the dark, rising, ascension, apotheosis. He can feel Chris’s fingers, disembodied, touching him, and he burns like brimstone, sinner in the hands of an angry God; haste and escape for your lives, look not behind you, escape to the mountain, lest you be consumed. Look not below you, on the walls and walls of glass, or you’ll lose your balance; look not behind you, on the burning city or the road from hell, or you’ll lose your soul.
“Oh,” he breathes, arching, closing his eyes, “oh oh ohohG—”
And Chris’s heat in his belly and Chris’s nails in his shoulder and Chris’s voice in his ear, saying, “Yes. Yes.”
What We Have Instead
Pairing: Beecher/ Keller
Author on LJ:
likethesun2Author Website: Finishing the Hat
Why this must be read:
Oh, have I mentioned how much I *love* new writers discovering Oz? You think you've seen this relationship done a hundred times and then someone new comes along and offers a whole new take on it.
I love the gorgeous writing in this, the way the narrative weaves in and out of that which happened and that which didn't - the road diverged and here's both paths it took. The dialogue, the metaphor, the repetition and the recurring motif of the telephone, make for a beautiful story and yet another way to see this relationship.
Their first night together, Toby can’t focus. Too many other people in the bed, he supposes, too many other claimants in the case, too many wives and dead men between them. The second night, he opens his eyes and watches Chris, and learns something else.
Chris doesn’t come. He goes away, staring for miles. Then Toby understands why it’s called climax, because Chris seems to gather in on himself and rise, rise, sequestered somewhere in the dark, rising, ascension, apotheosis. He can feel Chris’s fingers, disembodied, touching him, and he burns like brimstone, sinner in the hands of an angry God; haste and escape for your lives, look not behind you, escape to the mountain, lest you be consumed. Look not below you, on the walls and walls of glass, or you’ll lose your balance; look not behind you, on the burning city or the road from hell, or you’ll lose your soul.
“Oh,” he breathes, arching, closing his eyes, “oh oh ohohG—”
And Chris’s heat in his belly and Chris’s nails in his shoulder and Chris’s voice in his ear, saying, “Yes. Yes.”
What We Have Instead