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Lost/Angel (R)
Title Sympathy for the Devil by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ficangel
Pairing: Sawyer/Lindsey
Author on LJ:ficangel
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
Two sinfully hot, Southern bad boys, up to no good together? That's the premise of this delicious fic, which takes place in the pre-island Lostverse sometime after "Confidence Man." Sawyer has good reason to watch his back, so when a handsome, blue-eyed stranger starts openly staring at him one night at a bar, is it a come-on or something more dangerous?ficangel spins a good tale, with a vivid sense of place and a gift for describing the uneasy dance between two men who don't trust each other farther than they can spit.
“Too easy. I’d have you pegged for a mark within the first five minutes.” The voice of paranoia, which is still halfway convinced that Kilo has started putting pretty over smart where his thugs are concerned and that this place is going to erupt at any given second, screams in indignation. Sawyer pays it no mind. It’s just not fun unless you’re standing close enough to the cliff to give yourself a healthy dose of vertigo.
There’s a glitter beneath Blue Eyes’s easy affability, only for a second, and barely long enough for Sawyer to get the sense of depths best left unprodded. The feeling of camaraderie wobbles on its base, and Sawyer feels his eyes narrowing a tick before it settles again. Blue Eyes leans back against his truck with a wire strung through his shoulders, one that Sawyer will never be able to disregard now that he’s noticed it. “That so?” The amused rasp in his voice is from further west than Sawyer’s, though he’s willing to bet that the distance is not a great one. Texas or Oklahoma, maybe, perhaps even so far east as Missouri. “An hour ago I would have said the same about you.” But Blue Eyes isn’t moving away, and Sawyer is finding that his feet are still steady enough to carry him forward. “What’s your name?”
“Adam.” He only stumbles over his real name for a moment. Blue Eyes’s brow doesn’t quirk upward so much as it twitches, a movement suppressed too quickly to be noticed by anyone who doesn’t make a living out of gauging the reactions of everyone around him. “You?”
“Doyle.” And Sawyer will be damned if he isn’t being lied to every bit as soundly as he’s lying in return, but hey. They’re not looking for soulmates here.
Sympathy for the Devil
ficangelPairing: Sawyer/Lindsey
Author on LJ:
ficangelAuthor Website: None
Why this must be read:
Two sinfully hot, Southern bad boys, up to no good together? That's the premise of this delicious fic, which takes place in the pre-island Lostverse sometime after "Confidence Man." Sawyer has good reason to watch his back, so when a handsome, blue-eyed stranger starts openly staring at him one night at a bar, is it a come-on or something more dangerous?
ficangel spins a good tale, with a vivid sense of place and a gift for describing the uneasy dance between two men who don't trust each other farther than they can spit. “Too easy. I’d have you pegged for a mark within the first five minutes.” The voice of paranoia, which is still halfway convinced that Kilo has started putting pretty over smart where his thugs are concerned and that this place is going to erupt at any given second, screams in indignation. Sawyer pays it no mind. It’s just not fun unless you’re standing close enough to the cliff to give yourself a healthy dose of vertigo.
There’s a glitter beneath Blue Eyes’s easy affability, only for a second, and barely long enough for Sawyer to get the sense of depths best left unprodded. The feeling of camaraderie wobbles on its base, and Sawyer feels his eyes narrowing a tick before it settles again. Blue Eyes leans back against his truck with a wire strung through his shoulders, one that Sawyer will never be able to disregard now that he’s noticed it. “That so?” The amused rasp in his voice is from further west than Sawyer’s, though he’s willing to bet that the distance is not a great one. Texas or Oklahoma, maybe, perhaps even so far east as Missouri. “An hour ago I would have said the same about you.” But Blue Eyes isn’t moving away, and Sawyer is finding that his feet are still steady enough to carry him forward. “What’s your name?”
“Adam.” He only stumbles over his real name for a moment. Blue Eyes’s brow doesn’t quirk upward so much as it twitches, a movement suppressed too quickly to be noticed by anyone who doesn’t make a living out of gauging the reactions of everyone around him. “You?”
“Doyle.” And Sawyer will be damned if he isn’t being lied to every bit as soundly as he’s lying in return, but hey. They’re not looking for soulmates here.
Sympathy for the Devil