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crack_van2005-10-27 07:14 pm
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Domestic Tranquility by Darksylvia (R)
Fandom: Queer as Folk: US
Pairing: Brian/Justin, Michael/Ben, Hunter
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
darksylvia
Author website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Michael, Ben and Hunter spend the day at the loft. This is a fun and lighthearted fic, yeah, but it also gives the reader a look into who Brian is and how he views life.
He was going soft in his old age. He was headed toward the one thing he’d sworn to avoid at all costs: the slow decline into coasting through life, into taking the easy and the pleasant over the exciting and so-full-of-pleasure-it-hurt. He might as well have let the cancer take him, because it was just going to be a slow rot from here. Next thing he knew, he’d be staying home at night and reading the newspaper and not even wanting to do more, to be anything else, to taste life every night in bright lights and dark rooms, and burning liquor, and drugs that could take you to the top, if only temporarily. He didn’t want to stop climbing yet, to stop striving for better and faster and stronger.
Domestic Tranquility
Pairing: Brian/Justin, Michael/Ben, Hunter
Author on LJ:
darksylvia Author website: n/a
Why this must be read:
Michael, Ben and Hunter spend the day at the loft. This is a fun and lighthearted fic, yeah, but it also gives the reader a look into who Brian is and how he views life.
He was going soft in his old age. He was headed toward the one thing he’d sworn to avoid at all costs: the slow decline into coasting through life, into taking the easy and the pleasant over the exciting and so-full-of-pleasure-it-hurt. He might as well have let the cancer take him, because it was just going to be a slow rot from here. Next thing he knew, he’d be staying home at night and reading the newspaper and not even wanting to do more, to be anything else, to taste life every night in bright lights and dark rooms, and burning liquor, and drugs that could take you to the top, if only temporarily. He didn’t want to stop climbing yet, to stop striving for better and faster and stronger.
Domestic Tranquility