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crack_van2007-04-30 10:16 am
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Complications by Isagel (NC-17)
Fandom: HEROES
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
isagel
Author Website: Drops of Moonlight
Why this must be read: I found this on a rec fromscribblinlenore, who's a writer I trust mightily...and as usual, she did not lead me astray. As I mentioned in a previous rec, the Mohinder/Sylar pairing is one that's gained popularity after the later episodes of the season aired. It's been done by several writers, each with their own merits, but none of them have struck me with the same menacing, sensual precision of the prose as this piece.
It's not a question of how well she describes their inevitable sexual encounter (which is 'blisteringly hot' for those playing at home), but the language of the piece as a whole. Each section of the story, each 'complication' starts with a header about the fine art of watchmaking and like that strange, quasi-arcane craft, there is a meticulousness and artistry to the wayisagel constructs her story and paints her images. It winds, like a clock towards an inevitable tension that--like any good watch--never quite unwinds, but only propels toward an unknown horizon.
Based on Mr. Suresh’s descriptions, on his own first impressions, he used to think Mohinder weak. A pretty-boy bookworm with little to put against the violent forces of the real world. But there is nothing weak about the creature straining beneath him now. Vulnerable, yes - so easy to break it could make him laugh - but wild, feral, in a way he’s only glimpsed before. This is the animal beneath the soft-spoken surface, and holding it down doesn’t make it docile. There is no submission here, only struggle, Mohinder arching against him, writhing in his grip, pushing, fighting for closeness, as though it isn’t enough that Sylar is moving inside him. As though he needs to feel, more than anything, needs to somehow grasp that they are both alive, that their blood is still pumping in their veins and not spread in a darkening lake on the floor of an oil-stained workshop.
Complications
Pairing: Mohinder/Sylar
Author on LJ:
isagelAuthor Website: Drops of Moonlight
Why this must be read: I found this on a rec from
scribblinlenore, who's a writer I trust mightily...and as usual, she did not lead me astray. As I mentioned in a previous rec, the Mohinder/Sylar pairing is one that's gained popularity after the later episodes of the season aired. It's been done by several writers, each with their own merits, but none of them have struck me with the same menacing, sensual precision of the prose as this piece.It's not a question of how well she describes their inevitable sexual encounter (which is 'blisteringly hot' for those playing at home), but the language of the piece as a whole. Each section of the story, each 'complication' starts with a header about the fine art of watchmaking and like that strange, quasi-arcane craft, there is a meticulousness and artistry to the way
isagel constructs her story and paints her images. It winds, like a clock towards an inevitable tension that--like any good watch--never quite unwinds, but only propels toward an unknown horizon. Based on Mr. Suresh’s descriptions, on his own first impressions, he used to think Mohinder weak. A pretty-boy bookworm with little to put against the violent forces of the real world. But there is nothing weak about the creature straining beneath him now. Vulnerable, yes - so easy to break it could make him laugh - but wild, feral, in a way he’s only glimpsed before. This is the animal beneath the soft-spoken surface, and holding it down doesn’t make it docile. There is no submission here, only struggle, Mohinder arching against him, writhing in his grip, pushing, fighting for closeness, as though it isn’t enough that Sylar is moving inside him. As though he needs to feel, more than anything, needs to somehow grasp that they are both alive, that their blood is still pumping in their veins and not spread in a darkening lake on the floor of an oil-stained workshop.
Complications