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crack_van2006-04-04 07:40 pm
eponine119.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-04-04 07:40 pm
Hard by cynthia_arrow (NC-17)
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Sawyer/Ana Lucia
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cynthia_arrow
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read: A lot of people don't like Ana Lucia. And I am one of them. But I love this story, which is so unflinchingly in character it feels risky and exciting. Sawyer and Ana aren't softened up here...it's right there in the title. They hate each other, and they hate themselves, and they give in to that and each other with no apologies or artifical niceness.
Excerpt: Sawyer grew up thinking that anywhere that wasn’t his lower middle class neighborhood was paradise. Somewhere with color, with light and with dark and certainly not just painted in shades of gray. He hated gray, and he hated being half-poor. Consequently, whenever he had money, he’d always managed to surround himself with nice things. Fluffy pillow white things. Heated pool blue things. Full lips red things. And people who were either extra dark or extra bright. Something to feel. He was always in danger of going numb, going dead, so he wanted to feel.
Hard
Pairing: Sawyer/Ana Lucia
Author on LJ:
cynthia_arrowAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read: A lot of people don't like Ana Lucia. And I am one of them. But I love this story, which is so unflinchingly in character it feels risky and exciting. Sawyer and Ana aren't softened up here...it's right there in the title. They hate each other, and they hate themselves, and they give in to that and each other with no apologies or artifical niceness.
Excerpt: Sawyer grew up thinking that anywhere that wasn’t his lower middle class neighborhood was paradise. Somewhere with color, with light and with dark and certainly not just painted in shades of gray. He hated gray, and he hated being half-poor. Consequently, whenever he had money, he’d always managed to surround himself with nice things. Fluffy pillow white things. Heated pool blue things. Full lips red things. And people who were either extra dark or extra bright. Something to feel. He was always in danger of going numb, going dead, so he wanted to feel.
Hard