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Down Along the Barrel of a Gun by KoddiakeMax (PG)
Fandom: FARSCAPE
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:
Author Website:KoddiakeMax
Why this must be read:
Reccing Max is kind of a no brainer in Farscape fandom. You can't go wrong with her prose, with her plotting, with the sense of richness and completion that every story brings with it. But, frankly, she's just too good a writer. Everyone has a favorite piece, or set of favorite pieces and this is one of mine.
Down Along the Barrel of a Gun is first season, John and Aeryn and so much between them, culture and history and background and it's really just about a moment or two. How difference can be bypassed, understanding forged through small acts.
The writing is visceral but never excessive. You wince at the description of the bones grinding in Aeryn's hand because it reads perfectly, makes the skin ache to read the words. And when John figures out how to at least try and meet her on her terms, it's a relief for everyone, the characters and the reader:
He slowly sank beside her, bracing his back against the wall, angled towards her. Turned her broken hand palm down, still massaging her wrist with his thumb. Warmed her fingers with his, careful not to twist the bones.
Her fingers twitched, stretched. He could feel her flesh pulp and bulge underneath his, and tried not to grab her, make her stop. "You probably shouldn't."
"I can't -- I can't help it." She didn't look directly at him, but he could hear remnants of the dream in her voice. Suddenly had a vision of her in her room, staring down at the floor and the pulse pistol that slipped so easily through her hands. What had that felt like, that moment of realization? This was Aeryn, the woman with the way of the gun. Who was she if she couldn't even hold her own pulse pistol?
"Teddy bear," he whispered aloud.
"What?"
"It's a--" He bit down on the word toy just in time. That concept would translate all too easily. "It's like . . . it's like my p-suit. I don't need it on a lot of the worlds we go on, but I still keep it. Wear it. Reminds me of who I am."
"A Peacekeeper is never without her weapon."
"From what I've seen, a Peacekeeper is a weapon. The gun? It's just an accessory."
She smiled at that, and he felt good. It was her first smile since she'd been hurt, two days ago.
Down Along the Barrel of a Gun by KoddiakeMax
Pairing: John/Aeryn
Author on LJ:
Author Website:KoddiakeMax
Why this must be read:
Reccing Max is kind of a no brainer in Farscape fandom. You can't go wrong with her prose, with her plotting, with the sense of richness and completion that every story brings with it. But, frankly, she's just too good a writer. Everyone has a favorite piece, or set of favorite pieces and this is one of mine.
Down Along the Barrel of a Gun is first season, John and Aeryn and so much between them, culture and history and background and it's really just about a moment or two. How difference can be bypassed, understanding forged through small acts.
The writing is visceral but never excessive. You wince at the description of the bones grinding in Aeryn's hand because it reads perfectly, makes the skin ache to read the words. And when John figures out how to at least try and meet her on her terms, it's a relief for everyone, the characters and the reader:
He slowly sank beside her, bracing his back against the wall, angled towards her. Turned her broken hand palm down, still massaging her wrist with his thumb. Warmed her fingers with his, careful not to twist the bones.
Her fingers twitched, stretched. He could feel her flesh pulp and bulge underneath his, and tried not to grab her, make her stop. "You probably shouldn't."
"I can't -- I can't help it." She didn't look directly at him, but he could hear remnants of the dream in her voice. Suddenly had a vision of her in her room, staring down at the floor and the pulse pistol that slipped so easily through her hands. What had that felt like, that moment of realization? This was Aeryn, the woman with the way of the gun. Who was she if she couldn't even hold her own pulse pistol?
"Teddy bear," he whispered aloud.
"What?"
"It's a--" He bit down on the word toy just in time. That concept would translate all too easily. "It's like . . . it's like my p-suit. I don't need it on a lot of the worlds we go on, but I still keep it. Wear it. Reminds me of who I am."
"A Peacekeeper is never without her weapon."
"From what I've seen, a Peacekeeper is a weapon. The gun? It's just an accessory."
She smiled at that, and he felt good. It was her first smile since she'd been hurt, two days ago.
Down Along the Barrel of a Gun by KoddiakeMax