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crack_van2007-12-13 12:34 am
kaydeefalls.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-12-13 12:34 am
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Barring Accidents by justholdstill (R)
Fandom: THE HISTORY BOYS
Pairing: Dakin/Irwin
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
justholdstill
Author Website: fanfic tags
Why this must be read:
The author's summary says: "Dakin tries to teach History a lesson, but History ends up teaching him." That's a pretty damn good summary. Irwin and Dakin do get that drink, as per many fics, but there's no romance here, just two guys who are just as fucked up together as they were in canon, and Dakin's so cocky and sure he can rewrite history somehow, but it bites him in the ass every time. It's not a depressing fic, but it's not happy, either, and it's one of the most true-to-life characterizations of Dakin and where he'd wind up after school that I've ever seen.
He’s down at the pub a few days after Hector’s memorial. Fiona’s off doing something with her mum, and the other lads are fucking around elsewhere – Scripps is probably off thanking God for his acceptance, Posner’s writing poems about him, no doubt, and it’s likely that Lockwood is hiding from the rain with some dim and pretty bird, his cigarettes, and his Clash records. No matter – things have been strained since Hector went off to the great motorway in the sky. It’s good to have them around, but too long and they get melancholy, and Dakin begins to consider punching Timms in the mouth every time he spouts one of his (theirs, Hector’s) bits of poetry.
When Irwin shows up, Dakin is melancholy all by himself, and half-drowning in his pint. They haven’t planned this, though of course they have; they’d decided to meet after all, but left to themselves to the details, the way Irwin still smells, somehow, of schoolrooms, in addition to the wet wool of his coat, in a way that makes Dakin think sourly, fucking gerunds; how his glasses fog over in the warmth and have to be cleaned on his sleeve. How bloody awkward this is when it doesn’t have to be, after all that talk of surprises and sucking off. He lets Irwin buy him another beer and then returns the favour. They smile. “No euphemisms here,” says Irwin, and swallows.
Barring Accidents
Pairing: Dakin/Irwin
Author on LJ:
justholdstillAuthor Website: fanfic tags
Why this must be read:
The author's summary says: "Dakin tries to teach History a lesson, but History ends up teaching him." That's a pretty damn good summary. Irwin and Dakin do get that drink, as per many fics, but there's no romance here, just two guys who are just as fucked up together as they were in canon, and Dakin's so cocky and sure he can rewrite history somehow, but it bites him in the ass every time. It's not a depressing fic, but it's not happy, either, and it's one of the most true-to-life characterizations of Dakin and where he'd wind up after school that I've ever seen.
He’s down at the pub a few days after Hector’s memorial. Fiona’s off doing something with her mum, and the other lads are fucking around elsewhere – Scripps is probably off thanking God for his acceptance, Posner’s writing poems about him, no doubt, and it’s likely that Lockwood is hiding from the rain with some dim and pretty bird, his cigarettes, and his Clash records. No matter – things have been strained since Hector went off to the great motorway in the sky. It’s good to have them around, but too long and they get melancholy, and Dakin begins to consider punching Timms in the mouth every time he spouts one of his (theirs, Hector’s) bits of poetry.
When Irwin shows up, Dakin is melancholy all by himself, and half-drowning in his pint. They haven’t planned this, though of course they have; they’d decided to meet after all, but left to themselves to the details, the way Irwin still smells, somehow, of schoolrooms, in addition to the wet wool of his coat, in a way that makes Dakin think sourly, fucking gerunds; how his glasses fog over in the warmth and have to be cleaned on his sleeve. How bloody awkward this is when it doesn’t have to be, after all that talk of surprises and sucking off. He lets Irwin buy him another beer and then returns the favour. They smile. “No euphemisms here,” says Irwin, and swallows.
Barring Accidents