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Here's Looking at You, Kid by Kitty Ryan, T/PG13
Hi there, guys! I'm Candice, and I'll be your driver in Tamora Pierce's Tortall and Emelan this December. I drove for CSI Vegas a couple years ago and had a grand time, so when small fandoms month rolled around, I couldn't resist the pull.
I like weird pairings and minor characters, so you'll be seeing a bunch of that this month, especially since in this fandom at least, the weird stuff tends to be a little higher in quality than the standard vanilla fare.
And without further adieu, the month's first fic ...
Fandom: TAMORA PIERCE - TORTALL
Pairing: Arram Draper (Numair)/Arram Simulacrum
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kitty_ryan
Author Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/~kittyryan
Why this must be read: Right, so, Kitty has a gift for voice and imagery and succinctness that's just lovely and perfect, particularly with the Immortals crew, and this is no exception.
Kitty paints us an image of Numair before he was Numair, powerful while he's in the midst of finding his competence and himself at the same time, with friends who aren't really his friends, not in the stick-by-you-forever sense, but who are all right for the time being.
And you know what happens in the books and what Tristan and Ozorne do to him and it just makes reading this story hurt underneath the surface.
***
Ozorne tore his eyes away from the simulacrum and gave his friend a long, cold stare. "Are you mocking us, Staghorn?"
Tristan, who knew he looked good in a blonde-brown, well built, healthy sort of a way--and that there was a chance that remaining in this blessed state depended on his answer, smiled disarmingly. "Never that," he said. "I just know that this is more than I could ever pull off. You'll be an Adept so fast you'll break records."
"Too right I will." Ozorne looked toward the dark and very quiet Arram, feeling somewhat mollified. "What do you think of me ... I mean, it?"
Arram examined the thing, eyes screwed up. "It's excellent," he murmured, rather distractedly.
Ozorne preened.
"--might be better if you couldn't see the wall through it, though."
***
[link to fic]
I like weird pairings and minor characters, so you'll be seeing a bunch of that this month, especially since in this fandom at least, the weird stuff tends to be a little higher in quality than the standard vanilla fare.
And without further adieu, the month's first fic ...
Fandom: TAMORA PIERCE - TORTALL
Pairing: Arram Draper (Numair)/Arram Simulacrum
Author on LJ:
kitty_ryanAuthor Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/~kittyryan
Why this must be read: Right, so, Kitty has a gift for voice and imagery and succinctness that's just lovely and perfect, particularly with the Immortals crew, and this is no exception.
Kitty paints us an image of Numair before he was Numair, powerful while he's in the midst of finding his competence and himself at the same time, with friends who aren't really his friends, not in the stick-by-you-forever sense, but who are all right for the time being.
And you know what happens in the books and what Tristan and Ozorne do to him and it just makes reading this story hurt underneath the surface.
Ozorne tore his eyes away from the simulacrum and gave his friend a long, cold stare. "Are you mocking us, Staghorn?"
Tristan, who knew he looked good in a blonde-brown, well built, healthy sort of a way--and that there was a chance that remaining in this blessed state depended on his answer, smiled disarmingly. "Never that," he said. "I just know that this is more than I could ever pull off. You'll be an Adept so fast you'll break records."
"Too right I will." Ozorne looked toward the dark and very quiet Arram, feeling somewhat mollified. "What do you think of me ... I mean, it?"
Arram examined the thing, eyes screwed up. "It's excellent," he murmured, rather distractedly.
Ozorne preened.
"--might be better if you couldn't see the wall through it, though."
[link to fic]