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Words are Flying out like Endless Rain into a Paper Cup by Doyle (R)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: Oz/Devon
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doyle_sb4
Author Website: exitseraphim.net
Why this must be read:
I had real trouble deciding which of Doyle's excellent fics to rec but I ended up going with this because not only does it have a great premise and fantastic Oz characterisation, it has an ending that will simply knock you down cold.
Place like this doesn’t even warrant a backstage, so he sits at the bar and waits for the band to come out front. Oz can get by in a dozen languages, say hi and order drinks in fifteen more. Half the bottles behind the bar are mineral water. Oz can say ‘no thank you, I don’t want any drugs’ in eight major European languages, ‘I’m looking to score’ in twelve. He orders a coke, drinks it slowly.
Devon, when he spots him past the groupies, gives him a sloppy hug that staggers them both backwards like drunken dancers, pissing off the guy behind Oz. They ignore the pissy German and Devon says, “Where the hell’d you go, man? Been like two years.”
“Yet your math’s as stellar as ever.” Sixth grade math, Ms. Michaels’ class, Devon cheating from his homework. If a werewolf leaves California going East at sixty miles per hour and a musician stays in Sunnydale till it’s a hole in the ground and then goes all over at a hundred miles per hour, where will they meet? Five years later, a shitty club in the Reeperbahn, and Ms. Michaels gives them twin gold stars.
Words are Flying out like Endless Rain into a Paper Cup
Pairing: Oz/Devon
Author on LJ:
doyle_sb4Author Website: exitseraphim.net
Why this must be read:
I had real trouble deciding which of Doyle's excellent fics to rec but I ended up going with this because not only does it have a great premise and fantastic Oz characterisation, it has an ending that will simply knock you down cold.
Place like this doesn’t even warrant a backstage, so he sits at the bar and waits for the band to come out front. Oz can get by in a dozen languages, say hi and order drinks in fifteen more. Half the bottles behind the bar are mineral water. Oz can say ‘no thank you, I don’t want any drugs’ in eight major European languages, ‘I’m looking to score’ in twelve. He orders a coke, drinks it slowly.
Devon, when he spots him past the groupies, gives him a sloppy hug that staggers them both backwards like drunken dancers, pissing off the guy behind Oz. They ignore the pissy German and Devon says, “Where the hell’d you go, man? Been like two years.”
“Yet your math’s as stellar as ever.” Sixth grade math, Ms. Michaels’ class, Devon cheating from his homework. If a werewolf leaves California going East at sixty miles per hour and a musician stays in Sunnydale till it’s a hole in the ground and then goes all over at a hundred miles per hour, where will they meet? Five years later, a shitty club in the Reeperbahn, and Ms. Michaels gives them twin gold stars.
Words are Flying out like Endless Rain into a Paper Cup