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Tacet, by Marguerite (PG-13)
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: CJ/Simon, CJ/Toby
Author Website: Marguerite's Fiction
Why this must be read:
This series is four post-ep vignettes for Posse Comitatus. Marguerite is an amazing writer, and I know she's been recced here before, but I thought people might like to have this story pointed out. It's my favorite CJ/Simon story, and it's simultaneously heartbreaking and life-affirming. It's really, really beautiful, so go read, but make sure you have tissues!
Excerpt:
The neon lights are bright on Broadway, and they are changing the colors of her
gown. Black, then blue. Blue, then silver, then turning red and orange and
purple. Simon had seen her trying on the gown, had liked what he'd seen. She
could tell from the way his eyes widened and he started breathing through his
mouth.
Was his mouth frozen in a cry that he'd never finished? Were his eyes still
open, or had some brotherly hand reached down to slide the lids together? Where
was the gun she'd fired at the range, the one that had heated up her slim hands
and sent her reeling backwards, and why hadn't it saved him?
Tacet
Pairing: CJ/Simon, CJ/Toby
Author Website: Marguerite's Fiction
Why this must be read:
This series is four post-ep vignettes for Posse Comitatus. Marguerite is an amazing writer, and I know she's been recced here before, but I thought people might like to have this story pointed out. It's my favorite CJ/Simon story, and it's simultaneously heartbreaking and life-affirming. It's really, really beautiful, so go read, but make sure you have tissues!
Excerpt:
The neon lights are bright on Broadway, and they are changing the colors of her
gown. Black, then blue. Blue, then silver, then turning red and orange and
purple. Simon had seen her trying on the gown, had liked what he'd seen. She
could tell from the way his eyes widened and he started breathing through his
mouth.
Was his mouth frozen in a cry that he'd never finished? Were his eyes still
open, or had some brotherly hand reached down to slide the lids together? Where
was the gun she'd fired at the range, the one that had heated up her slim hands
and sent her reeling backwards, and why hadn't it saved him?
Tacet
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