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Cold That Way by Lily (NC-17)
Fandom: Popslash
Pairing: Joey/Lance, Chris/JC
Author on LJ:
lilysaid
Author Website: Improvidence
Why this must be read: This is a perfect read for Halloween, but not the Halloween of trick-or-treating and silly costumes. This one belongs to All Hallows Eve, when the boundaries between this world and the world of the dead are blurred and breached. Beautifully written, evocative and sensual, it takes the reader along with an amnesiac Lance as he slowly unravels the reasons why he's bound to the four men who are always with him.
"Does he remember yet?"
Lance wasn’t even fully awake yet and already he could hear them, their endless, hushed stream of chatter. He might have been inclined to sit up, open his eyes, look at them, but his mouth tasted of bad memories; blood and plastic and fear. For a while he considered it, but they would be there, these overwhelming strangers. They were always there.
Lulled by the beeps that chirped steadily at his bedside, he let the dark, sweet pull of unconsciousness swallow him back down.
Cold That Way
Pairing: Joey/Lance, Chris/JC
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: Improvidence
Why this must be read: This is a perfect read for Halloween, but not the Halloween of trick-or-treating and silly costumes. This one belongs to All Hallows Eve, when the boundaries between this world and the world of the dead are blurred and breached. Beautifully written, evocative and sensual, it takes the reader along with an amnesiac Lance as he slowly unravels the reasons why he's bound to the four men who are always with him.
"Does he remember yet?"
Lance wasn’t even fully awake yet and already he could hear them, their endless, hushed stream of chatter. He might have been inclined to sit up, open his eyes, look at them, but his mouth tasted of bad memories; blood and plastic and fear. For a while he considered it, but they would be there, these overwhelming strangers. They were always there.
Lulled by the beeps that chirped steadily at his bedside, he let the dark, sweet pull of unconsciousness swallow him back down.
Cold That Way