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crack_van2005-12-16 10:42 pm
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Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Lord of the Rings rps (Pg-13)
Title: A Critique of Pure Reason
Pairing: Dominic/Xander
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annakovsky
Author Website: the speed of glaciers, maybe
Why this must be read:
This was the fic that initially introduced me to lotrips and to Xom (Dom and Xander luv) still a favorite, if you haven't read this little gem, go and discover the love that is Xom.
Strangely, this is the most intriguing conversation Dom has had in weeks. It echoes around in his head, and he dreams of pirates, darkly tanned men with shadowed pasts.
He goes back to the same bar three nights in a row, but there is no Xander. Just empty-headed pretty people, all trying to make it in Hollywood. This has never particularly bothered Dom before, but now he is bored out of his mind, and tired of it all.
On the fourth night, there is again no sign of Xander, and Dom gets wasted out of ennui and frustration. When the bar closes he staggers out into the street, begins to walk to his car.
He's not really looking where he's going, and then suddenly in front of him there's some kind of fist-fight going on, a couple of guys in an alley. He can't quite see clearly, because he thought there were three of them, but then there's just two, and then only one, and he blinks, trying to clear his eyes. And out of the darkness comes Xander, brushing off the arm of his coat, which seems to have some heavy gray dust all over it, and adjusting his eye patch.
Dom stands and stares at him. "Hey," he says, inadequately.
Xander looks at him and smiles, surprised. "Hey," he says. "You should look out, walking around here alone at night. LA's a rough town."
"I... yeah," Dom says. "Were you, uh... were there some guys there, a second ago?"
Xander looks behind him, at the empty alley, then rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, they're, uh... gone now."
A Critique of Pure Reason
Pairing: Dominic/Xander
Author on LJ:
annakovsky Author Website: the speed of glaciers, maybe
Why this must be read:
This was the fic that initially introduced me to lotrips and to Xom (Dom and Xander luv) still a favorite, if you haven't read this little gem, go and discover the love that is Xom.
Strangely, this is the most intriguing conversation Dom has had in weeks. It echoes around in his head, and he dreams of pirates, darkly tanned men with shadowed pasts.
He goes back to the same bar three nights in a row, but there is no Xander. Just empty-headed pretty people, all trying to make it in Hollywood. This has never particularly bothered Dom before, but now he is bored out of his mind, and tired of it all.
On the fourth night, there is again no sign of Xander, and Dom gets wasted out of ennui and frustration. When the bar closes he staggers out into the street, begins to walk to his car.
He's not really looking where he's going, and then suddenly in front of him there's some kind of fist-fight going on, a couple of guys in an alley. He can't quite see clearly, because he thought there were three of them, but then there's just two, and then only one, and he blinks, trying to clear his eyes. And out of the darkness comes Xander, brushing off the arm of his coat, which seems to have some heavy gray dust all over it, and adjusting his eye patch.
Dom stands and stares at him. "Hey," he says, inadequately.
Xander looks at him and smiles, surprised. "Hey," he says. "You should look out, walking around here alone at night. LA's a rough town."
"I... yeah," Dom says. "Were you, uh... were there some guys there, a second ago?"
Xander looks behind him, at the empty alley, then rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, they're, uh... gone now."
A Critique of Pure Reason