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crack_van2007-12-24 10:21 am
isiscolo.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2007-12-24 10:21 am
Entry tags:
Vesalius by Salieri (PG)
Fandom: SLINGS AND ARROWS
Pairing: Gen (Geoffrey, Oliver, Charles)
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troyswann
Author Website: Outside the Box
Why this must be read: It's a brilliant AU take on a plot element in the third season.
This story riffs off of the conversation between Oliver and Charles in Charles's hotel room. It reads entirely like the show: I heard every bit of dialogue in my head, I saw every bit of staging. And in my head I was going, oh my GOD oh my GOD, as I realized where the story was going.
He climbed the steps and turned toward them. They all looked up at him from their rows of seats and suddenly he felt that he was facing the wrong way, striving against the momentum of things. There was a metaphor there, he thought, about theatre and a breakwater against the inevitable onward rushing of time, but Charles grunted and said something about not having forever, for Christ’s sake, and the analogy sluiced off and left Geoffrey there on the stage gripping his books, still in charge, everything teetering forward, waiting for his cue to fall.
Vesalius
Pairing: Gen (Geoffrey, Oliver, Charles)
Author on LJ:
troyswannAuthor Website: Outside the Box
Why this must be read: It's a brilliant AU take on a plot element in the third season.
This story riffs off of the conversation between Oliver and Charles in Charles's hotel room. It reads entirely like the show: I heard every bit of dialogue in my head, I saw every bit of staging. And in my head I was going, oh my GOD oh my GOD, as I realized where the story was going.
He climbed the steps and turned toward them. They all looked up at him from their rows of seats and suddenly he felt that he was facing the wrong way, striving against the momentum of things. There was a metaphor there, he thought, about theatre and a breakwater against the inevitable onward rushing of time, but Charles grunted and said something about not having forever, for Christ’s sake, and the analogy sluiced off and left Geoffrey there on the stage gripping his books, still in charge, everything teetering forward, waiting for his cue to fall.
Vesalius