wistfuljane.livejournal.com (
wistfuljane.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2006-11-09 12:01 am
Somnambulist by Sarah Q (NC-17).
Fandom: Popslash.
Pairing: JC/Justin.
Author on LJ:
sarahq
Author Website: a likely story.
Why this must be read:
A sort of urban fantasy story based on elements from the fairy tale, The Twelve Dancing Princess, Somnambulist is a chilling and hypnotic tale about fame - not only about the temptation of it, but also about being its hostage.
Excerpt:
Pairing: JC/Justin.
Author on LJ:
Author Website: a likely story.
Why this must be read:
A sort of urban fantasy story based on elements from the fairy tale, The Twelve Dancing Princess, Somnambulist is a chilling and hypnotic tale about fame - not only about the temptation of it, but also about being its hostage.
Excerpt:
When he finally decided he'd chilled enough to sleep, he peeked in on Justin. That was where JC made his mistake. If he hadn't, the night would have been very peaceful, very calm, and he'd have gotten away with another day of vague concern.Somnambulist.
Justin was missing again. This time, JC hadn't had anything harder to drink than lukewarm tea.
The sheet felt warm when JC ran his hand across the mattress. He checked the rest of the bus, but found no one. He hadn't expected to find anything. Nor was Chris around to talk sense into him.
Justin's mattress was warm and there wasn't anywhere he could have gone. [...]
[...]
Then he realized the side of the bus wasn't there. It had been there, JC was certain, in the lounge, outside of this bunk. Logic dictated. But on the inside, inside where there was no Justin, there was also no wall.
Clutching at the blackout fabric with one hand, JC closed his eyes, stretched out his other hand, and swept his fingers through nothing. Nothing was there for him to touch. Nothing felt a little warm, actually, as if whoever was in charge of it wanted to save on the air conditioning bill. The hair on JC's arm stood on end.
"Justin?" JC called, his eyes still closed.
It came out terribly weak, not much of a call at all. JC cleared his throat, breathed deeply from his stomach, and shouted, "Justin!"

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