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crack_van2005-10-18 07:39 pm
lillyjk.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2005-10-18 07:39 pm
In the Wild by Maya Tawi (R)
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Sawyer/Other
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mayatawi
Author Website: http://panthea.populli.net/
Why this must be read: Let me start by saying that this is a brutal fic. It's tightly written, and deals with nonconsensual sex. But, OMG, it's a gripping read.mayatawi captures Sawyer's voice perfectly, his inner monologue of snark and wry observations regarding the other Lostaways. As far as I know, mayatawi hasn't written any other Lost fics, which is a damn shame, because she has a real talent for capturing the characters. This fic is set about half-way through the first season and manages to take the reader back to those moments before the hatch, before the Others, when all the Lostaways were still complete strangers. This fic made me shudder and tense up and then burst out laughing at Sawyer's view of some of the other survivors. I'm including an excerpt from one of those parts to lure you in
Sawyer became vaguely aware of small, discreet splashes nearby, like the deer in his head come to life and tiptoeing through the surf. He raised his head to glare at whatever do-gooder had come to keep him company, and found himself staring at the back of the geisha lady's head. Japanese. Chinese. Whatever. Point was, she didn't speak English and she was standing there in the water, completely ignoring him.
He scowled at her anyway, but she didn't notice and it was too much effort to keep it up. After a moment the scowl slipped away, and he propped his chin on his hand and watched thoughtfully as she circled around his rock, seeming absorbed in the plants sprouting from the wet sand.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. "And a good morning to you too."
Geisha Lady jumped a little, looking up at him and shielding her eyes against the sun. Sawyer sketched a lazy salute and lit another cigarette. After a moment, she gave him a tentative nod and went back to her plants.
Sawyer exhaled, studying her as she crouched by a particularly lush patch of green. She ran her fingers through what looked like nothing more than tall grass, and then began to carefully select different leaves-- considering one, then discarding it.
"Me? I'm fine," Sawyer said into the silence. "Doing great."
She glanced up at him again, then said something in Chinese-or-whatever. Probably something like I don't know what the hell you're saying, moron, Sawyer thought, and almost smiled.
"Well," he said, after a pause, "not so great, actually. I mean, I wasn't expecting hugs and puppies from everybody, but this one asshole...."
He trailed off. This was ridiculous. He didn't need to tell anyone. He didn't need anything, not when he could look after himself.
Geisha gave him a quizzical look, cocking her head to one side, and rattled off another incomprehensible sentence.
In the Wild
Pairing: Sawyer/Other
Author on LJ:
mayatawi Author Website: http://panthea.populli.net/
Why this must be read: Let me start by saying that this is a brutal fic. It's tightly written, and deals with nonconsensual sex. But, OMG, it's a gripping read.
mayatawi captures Sawyer's voice perfectly, his inner monologue of snark and wry observations regarding the other Lostaways. As far as I know, mayatawi hasn't written any other Lost fics, which is a damn shame, because she has a real talent for capturing the characters. This fic is set about half-way through the first season and manages to take the reader back to those moments before the hatch, before the Others, when all the Lostaways were still complete strangers. This fic made me shudder and tense up and then burst out laughing at Sawyer's view of some of the other survivors. I'm including an excerpt from one of those parts to lure you inSawyer became vaguely aware of small, discreet splashes nearby, like the deer in his head come to life and tiptoeing through the surf. He raised his head to glare at whatever do-gooder had come to keep him company, and found himself staring at the back of the geisha lady's head. Japanese. Chinese. Whatever. Point was, she didn't speak English and she was standing there in the water, completely ignoring him.
He scowled at her anyway, but she didn't notice and it was too much effort to keep it up. After a moment the scowl slipped away, and he propped his chin on his hand and watched thoughtfully as she circled around his rock, seeming absorbed in the plants sprouting from the wet sand.
Finally he couldn't take it anymore. "And a good morning to you too."
Geisha Lady jumped a little, looking up at him and shielding her eyes against the sun. Sawyer sketched a lazy salute and lit another cigarette. After a moment, she gave him a tentative nod and went back to her plants.
Sawyer exhaled, studying her as she crouched by a particularly lush patch of green. She ran her fingers through what looked like nothing more than tall grass, and then began to carefully select different leaves-- considering one, then discarding it.
"Me? I'm fine," Sawyer said into the silence. "Doing great."
She glanced up at him again, then said something in Chinese-or-whatever. Probably something like I don't know what the hell you're saying, moron, Sawyer thought, and almost smiled.
"Well," he said, after a pause, "not so great, actually. I mean, I wasn't expecting hugs and puppies from everybody, but this one asshole...."
He trailed off. This was ridiculous. He didn't need to tell anyone. He didn't need anything, not when he could look after himself.
Geisha gave him a quizzical look, cocking her head to one side, and rattled off another incomprehensible sentence.
In the Wild
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I seem to remember she had written a Sawyer/Sayid too but I just went to look for it on her site and it wasn't there. Hmmm.
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thanks