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crack_van2005-09-21 10:30 am
alinewrites.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-09-21 10:30 am
In my hands, by Hafren (Gen, "mild slashiness", PG-13?)
Fandom: BLAKES 7
Pairing: none.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hafren
Author Website: Hafren's gloomy patch of the forest
Why this must be read:
Tricky question. Besides the obvious -the awesome writing, the characters' voices that are so perfectly true, there is something in this story that I didn't find anywhere else. Emotion? Emotion + Avon? Avon dying? Avon dying and relying on Vila to make everything fine? Vila's quest to fulfill Avon's desperate wish? And the beautiful, wonderful ending? The warm fuzzy feeling I get when reading this fic?
All of this. Let's say it, it's my favorite Hafren's story, I can't understand why no one recced it before (but it makes me very happy because I can do it now!)
He was sitting on the bed. They'd given him clean clothes: a white shirt and grey trousers. I don't know if I can explain how that turned my heart over. All I'd seen him in for ages was that funeral clobber with all the studs, and without it he looked - I was going to say, like he used to in the old days, but that's just it, he didn't. He was dressed like the old days, but the face above the shirt was so grey and haggard. I'd never realised before how much he'd aged. I suppose you don't, when you're ageing along with someone.
Deva was speaking to him. "You know why we are here?" He nodded silently. "This is the doctor who is going to oversee the death sentence and these will be witnesses that it is carried out properly and humanely. And you asked for Vila." He stepped aside and I said "Hello," feeling a bit awkward. It's bloody hard to think what to say to someone who's about to be executed. But he was looking at Deva, not me.
"How long do I have?" His voice startled me; it was as grey as his face and I'd have sworn there was fear in it, which wasn't like him.
"As long as you need to sort out your affairs, within reason. But once you take the drug, you will die within two minutes."
"I would like to speak to Vila first."
Now. go. read!
In my hands
Pairing: none.
Author on LJ:
hafrenAuthor Website: Hafren's gloomy patch of the forest
Why this must be read:
Tricky question. Besides the obvious -the awesome writing, the characters' voices that are so perfectly true, there is something in this story that I didn't find anywhere else. Emotion? Emotion + Avon? Avon dying? Avon dying and relying on Vila to make everything fine? Vila's quest to fulfill Avon's desperate wish? And the beautiful, wonderful ending? The warm fuzzy feeling I get when reading this fic?
All of this. Let's say it, it's my favorite Hafren's story, I can't understand why no one recced it before (but it makes me very happy because I can do it now!)
He was sitting on the bed. They'd given him clean clothes: a white shirt and grey trousers. I don't know if I can explain how that turned my heart over. All I'd seen him in for ages was that funeral clobber with all the studs, and without it he looked - I was going to say, like he used to in the old days, but that's just it, he didn't. He was dressed like the old days, but the face above the shirt was so grey and haggard. I'd never realised before how much he'd aged. I suppose you don't, when you're ageing along with someone.
Deva was speaking to him. "You know why we are here?" He nodded silently. "This is the doctor who is going to oversee the death sentence and these will be witnesses that it is carried out properly and humanely. And you asked for Vila." He stepped aside and I said "Hello," feeling a bit awkward. It's bloody hard to think what to say to someone who's about to be executed. But he was looking at Deva, not me.
"How long do I have?" His voice startled me; it was as grey as his face and I'd have sworn there was fear in it, which wasn't like him.
"As long as you need to sort out your affairs, within reason. But once you take the drug, you will die within two minutes."
"I would like to speak to Vila first."
Now. go. read!
In my hands