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Cold Enough To Snow by Gwynet Rhys (PG)
Fandom: THE MAGNIFICENT SEVEN
Pairing: Chris/Vin
Author on lj:
gwyn_r
Author on website: Chez Gwyn
Why this must be read:
This is a future fic. This story will tell you everything about regrets and everything about having a second chance. And even if there is an undercurrent thread of sadness, there is a triumphant sense of hope too, and it will linger with you long after you stop reading.
He looked at Vin. "God, I missed you," he said before he could stop himself. Vin's eyes stayed straight ahead but he leaned towards Chris and said something, only Chris couldn't hear it; the noise of the fireworks, the cascading light and sound exploding from the Catharine wheel stole away the words. Then Vin looked back at him, the lights reflected in his eyes, the colors of the night whirling around him, and Chris knew there were no words anyway, it was all there between them like the music and the sparks and the cold night air.
Read: Cold Enough To Snow
Pairing: Chris/Vin
Author on lj:
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Author on website: Chez Gwyn
Why this must be read:
This is a future fic. This story will tell you everything about regrets and everything about having a second chance. And even if there is an undercurrent thread of sadness, there is a triumphant sense of hope too, and it will linger with you long after you stop reading.
He looked at Vin. "God, I missed you," he said before he could stop himself. Vin's eyes stayed straight ahead but he leaned towards Chris and said something, only Chris couldn't hear it; the noise of the fireworks, the cascading light and sound exploding from the Catharine wheel stole away the words. Then Vin looked back at him, the lights reflected in his eyes, the colors of the night whirling around him, and Chris knew there were no words anyway, it was all there between them like the music and the sparks and the cold night air.
Read: Cold Enough To Snow
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