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Memento Mori by Kaye (PG)
Fandom: STARSKY AND HUTCH
Pairing: implied Starky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
peg22
Author Website: http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read:
Hi, Audrey here, taking over the driving for Starky and Hutch this month. No themes, just some slightly more obscure stuff that I like. Today it's "Memento Mori", a PSR snippet by Kaye that is so much more. An excerpt:
Enkidu took twelve days. They were now going on sixty three.
He sat as silent sentinel, lost in his own misery, until an unexpected movement shattered the Shivah. He watched the pale, bruised hand tug at the edge of the blanket. He blinked. He saw the hand slide up toward the tubes, fingers moving, touching, exploring. He couldn’t get his brain around the action. Around the movement. Around the implication.
He stood. His eyes remained transfixed on the hand that now patted the blanket. First slow, then faster. Emphatic. He moved forward, mesmerized. When he got close enough, the hand reached out, touched his shirt. He stepped back. Recoiled. Confused.
Enkidu had touched Gilgamesh’s heart for courage.
Memento Mori
Pairing: implied Starky/Hutch
Author on LJ:
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Author Website: http://shslash.kassidyrae.com/fiction.html
Why this must be read:
Hi, Audrey here, taking over the driving for Starky and Hutch this month. No themes, just some slightly more obscure stuff that I like. Today it's "Memento Mori", a PSR snippet by Kaye that is so much more. An excerpt:
Enkidu took twelve days. They were now going on sixty three.
He sat as silent sentinel, lost in his own misery, until an unexpected movement shattered the Shivah. He watched the pale, bruised hand tug at the edge of the blanket. He blinked. He saw the hand slide up toward the tubes, fingers moving, touching, exploring. He couldn’t get his brain around the action. Around the movement. Around the implication.
He stood. His eyes remained transfixed on the hand that now patted the blanket. First slow, then faster. Emphatic. He moved forward, mesmerized. When he got close enough, the hand reached out, touched his shirt. He stepped back. Recoiled. Confused.
Enkidu had touched Gilgamesh’s heart for courage.
Memento Mori
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