crack_van | The Sound of Violence by lardencelover (PG)

Fandom: U2
Pairing: Adam Clayton/Larry Mullen, Jr
Author on LJ:

lardencelover
Author Website: Love is Blindness or

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Why this must be read:

This is one of the most emotional and evocative stories I have read, in this fandom or anywhere. The premise is simple - an onstage accident robs Larry of his hearing - permanently. The way lardencelover evokes the silent world Larry suddenly finds himself living in is simply incredible. You almost feel the oppressive silence, and his upset and frustration are palpable things. It's a shortish story, but even so, we follow him as he learns to cope and we're with him when he doesn't cope. Saddest of all, even the ending is bittersweet, as he realises that although he has Adam now, there are some things he is forever going to miss out on.

They warned you about what would happen now that one of your senses was gone, but there was no being prepared for it, regardless of what they said. The progression was slow, but intense. Your sense of touch, especially. Feeling things you never would have felt before, eyes tearing up sometimes at the overwhelming action of your nerves.

There was that time, about three weeks after it happened, when you tried to take a shower. The nozzle was on too high a setting (it had been fine the day before), and the combination of the stinging, pricking water on your skin, as well as those horrid, unnerving vibrations of water hitting the walls and floor, rocked through you. Hard and sharp. Everything was so fucking hard and sharp. You frantically turned off the water and spent the next hour having a nervous breakdown and throwing up in the toilet.

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The doctors think a lot of it is psychological, and you reckon they're probably right. You spent your whole life obsessing over sound and the things it creates, both physically and emotionally. Now that it's gone, it's only natural you'd go a bit mad, isn't it?

What's left to do now, other than spend the rest of your life trying to cling to that echo of Adam laughing in the back of your mind?

It was a beautiful sound. It's not fair that you can't remember it.

The Sound of Violence

Buh-bye! I've had a blast pimping my lovely boys this month, and I've just hit my limit! Hope to do it again one day!