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crack_van2006-03-29 06:03 pm
flyingtapes.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-03-29 06:03 pm
Indifferent by glossing (R)
Fandom: The OC
Pairing: Ryan/Seth
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
glossing
Author Website: glossings
Why this must be read:
This is the beginning of season two, that moment when Ryan and Seth first meet, after months apart and heartache in between. On the screen, that scene had all the evidence of star-crossed lover-ness, the sort of "God, why can't we just be together?" This story takes that emotion and runs with it.
Seth's mind, it's clicking. Click-clack, rope against mast, tacking this way and that, and he's been lost plenty of times. Neiman's in December, hallways every Tuesday after Labor Day, his own goddamned bedroom for most of his pubescence. But he's lost now like he used to know where he was going but he's old. Forgetful. Big black gaps in his mind, in his head, and he's circling around them, sweeping and sliding in the current. Lost, tacking, going nowhere.
But a smile can be faked, and Ryan answers it with one of his own fakes, and this is okay. Grilling's better, just Seth and the meat and if he doesn't take cheese on his burger, well, then, Frank gets that. Frank's *sensitive*, and it's kind of weird, because so is Sandy, but that's different.
It's all different, but the biggest difference is Ryan and Seth needs to concentrate. On Ryan. Tired, kind of ashy-faced, shifting from foot to foot in a way that Seth really should have patented because if he *had*, he'd be sitting pretty. Ryan.
Indifferent
Pairing: Ryan/Seth
Author on LJ:
glossingAuthor Website: glossings
Why this must be read:
This is the beginning of season two, that moment when Ryan and Seth first meet, after months apart and heartache in between. On the screen, that scene had all the evidence of star-crossed lover-ness, the sort of "God, why can't we just be together?" This story takes that emotion and runs with it.
Seth's mind, it's clicking. Click-clack, rope against mast, tacking this way and that, and he's been lost plenty of times. Neiman's in December, hallways every Tuesday after Labor Day, his own goddamned bedroom for most of his pubescence. But he's lost now like he used to know where he was going but he's old. Forgetful. Big black gaps in his mind, in his head, and he's circling around them, sweeping and sliding in the current. Lost, tacking, going nowhere.
But a smile can be faked, and Ryan answers it with one of his own fakes, and this is okay. Grilling's better, just Seth and the meat and if he doesn't take cheese on his burger, well, then, Frank gets that. Frank's *sensitive*, and it's kind of weird, because so is Sandy, but that's different.
It's all different, but the biggest difference is Ryan and Seth needs to concentrate. On Ryan. Tired, kind of ashy-faced, shifting from foot to foot in a way that Seth really should have patented because if he *had*, he'd be sitting pretty. Ryan.
Indifferent