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Legs by Kit Mason (PG)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twistedchick
Author Website: Stories You Won’t See on Television
Why this must be read:
One of my very favorite TS stories, Legs is a gentle epiphany story that takes place sometime during the middle of the series run. It’s one of those timeless stories in the fandom, though, that isn’t anchored by a particular episode.
I love the idea of Blair as an artist, who finds himself obsessed with drawing Jim’s legs. Thoughtful and beautifully written, Kit does a great job of getting inside Blair’s head as he slowly realizes his feelings for Jim have changed.
I think I'm starting to see where it's all going. I mean, look around at all the other guys in the bullpen, all of them tall and good-looking. All of them with legs that come up to my waist, or higher; Simon's practically the Empire State Building. I've seen all of them in shorts at one time or another, in a pick-up basketball game or baseball game in the summer, or in the station exercise room after work, and there's not a bad set of legs among them. Several, in fact, would probably have made Leonardo drool. Hell, they'd have made Michelangelo break out the mallet and chisels and head back up into the hills for more marble, to give good ol' David something for competition.
Even so, the only ones I want to look at are Jim's.
Probably because they are Jim's, and nobody else's.
So I've got this fixation on my housemate/partner/dissertation subject/friend.
I tend to be a bit obsessive when I find something I'm interested in. So what else is new?
It doesn't mean the subject of my obsession has to know, or obsess back. I can still be the most avid visitor at the gallery. I can also supply the art, now that I've figured out the inspiration.
In fact, it gives me a kind of a goal. I've always been goal-oriented; ask any woman I've dated in the past eight years and she'll be able to tell you inside of a second what the goal was. Okay, it's not the same goal now. That's a good thing. It's a, well, different kind of goal, an aesthetic goal.
At least, that's where I'll start. Where it will go from there isn't up to me.
Legs
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Author on LJ:
twistedchick Author Website: Stories You Won’t See on Television
Why this must be read:
One of my very favorite TS stories, Legs is a gentle epiphany story that takes place sometime during the middle of the series run. It’s one of those timeless stories in the fandom, though, that isn’t anchored by a particular episode.
I love the idea of Blair as an artist, who finds himself obsessed with drawing Jim’s legs. Thoughtful and beautifully written, Kit does a great job of getting inside Blair’s head as he slowly realizes his feelings for Jim have changed.
I think I'm starting to see where it's all going. I mean, look around at all the other guys in the bullpen, all of them tall and good-looking. All of them with legs that come up to my waist, or higher; Simon's practically the Empire State Building. I've seen all of them in shorts at one time or another, in a pick-up basketball game or baseball game in the summer, or in the station exercise room after work, and there's not a bad set of legs among them. Several, in fact, would probably have made Leonardo drool. Hell, they'd have made Michelangelo break out the mallet and chisels and head back up into the hills for more marble, to give good ol' David something for competition.
Even so, the only ones I want to look at are Jim's.
Probably because they are Jim's, and nobody else's.
So I've got this fixation on my housemate/partner/dissertation subject/friend.
I tend to be a bit obsessive when I find something I'm interested in. So what else is new?
It doesn't mean the subject of my obsession has to know, or obsess back. I can still be the most avid visitor at the gallery. I can also supply the art, now that I've figured out the inspiration.
In fact, it gives me a kind of a goal. I've always been goal-oriented; ask any woman I've dated in the past eight years and she'll be able to tell you inside of a second what the goal was. Okay, it's not the same goal now. That's a good thing. It's a, well, different kind of goal, an aesthetic goal.
At least, that's where I'll start. Where it will go from there isn't up to me.
Legs