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crack_van2005-12-16 11:28 pm
hermitsoul) wrote in crack_van2005-12-16 11:28 pm
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Convergence by Ethan (R)
Fandom: Queer as Folk: US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xhaleslowly
Author Website: xhale slowly . .
Why this must be read:
This is a gapfiller for 510 - What was going through Brian's mind that night? How did Justin feel when he finally heard those words? The author gets inside Brian and Justin's head and nails it exactly.
Don't look at the bodies on the ground, the blood, the white sheets, because you won't find him there, you won't find him there, he's not there, he's okay, he's...
Right here.
Grab his sleeve, pull him into your arms, don't breathe, just hold him tightly, make sure he's real, feel his arms around your neck, and he's shaking, or maybe it's you, maybe it's both of you. He's warm, hot, sweat sticking his shirt to his back, he smells like smoke and sulfur and you pull back to see him, to make sure, to make sure he's okay and everything stops spinning and refracting and shattering and it's all fucking okay.
Convergence
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Author on LJ:
xhaleslowly Author Website: xhale slowly . .
Why this must be read:
This is a gapfiller for 510 - What was going through Brian's mind that night? How did Justin feel when he finally heard those words? The author gets inside Brian and Justin's head and nails it exactly.
Don't look at the bodies on the ground, the blood, the white sheets, because you won't find him there, you won't find him there, he's not there, he's okay, he's...
Right here.
Grab his sleeve, pull him into your arms, don't breathe, just hold him tightly, make sure he's real, feel his arms around your neck, and he's shaking, or maybe it's you, maybe it's both of you. He's warm, hot, sweat sticking his shirt to his back, he smells like smoke and sulfur and you pull back to see him, to make sure, to make sure he's okay and everything stops spinning and refracting and shattering and it's all fucking okay.
Convergence