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crack_van2004-02-23 02:58 am
virtualinsomnia) wrote in crack_van2004-02-23 02:58 am
Days of Grace by Elizabeth (R)
Fandom: ROSWELL
Pairing: Michael/Max
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
uhmidont
Author Website: http://www.ficorama.net/
Why this must be read:
Michael, Max, and missing scenes from VLV and ARCC.
Yes, it's my second Elizabeth rec this month, but the woman writes such incredible Roswell pieces that it's nearly impossible *not* to rec her. Hell, I could probably fill an entire month of Roswell recs just by using her stuff! ;)
This one's Michael/Max, in keeping with my theme from last time. And it's really incredible how she gets into their heads, especially Michael's, and really makes you *feel* these characters.
Also wonderful about this one is how she spins time on its head and takes what could have been a really good but rather plain story and gives it a twist, making it seem fresh because you have to follow the characters and events backwards, mind forced to jump ahead and guess at what happened before you actually get there. It works really well here, giving the story that right amount of edge that you need to make Michael/Max fic really ring true.
Snippit:
"You said that earlier. Don't you remember what you said earlier? Or has making up with Liz turned your brain to mush?"
Silence is Max's weapon and he uses it now. Michael nudges his shoulder into Max a little harder, pushing him back towards the wall. "Well?"
Still no reply and Michael reaches out one hand, folds it into a fist. It's always his first response to anything upsetting. A lifetime with Hank has yet to be unlearned and he's not sure it ever will be. He slides his fist up, brushing it across the corner of Max's face, tracing along the edge of his cheek to a point beside his eye--and Max still doesn't say anything.
He doesn't need to speak because Michael can see everything. It's those eyes again. He can see that Max knows exactly what Michael meant earlier. He can see that Max remembers exactly what he was talking about. He just won't say the words. So Michael kisses him, a brutal kiss, pressing his mouth so hard against Max's that he can feel the press of Max's front teeth against the flesh of mouth, against his lips.
Days of Grace
Pairing: Michael/Max
Author on LJ:
uhmidontAuthor Website: http://www.ficorama.net/
Why this must be read:
Michael, Max, and missing scenes from VLV and ARCC.
Yes, it's my second Elizabeth rec this month, but the woman writes such incredible Roswell pieces that it's nearly impossible *not* to rec her. Hell, I could probably fill an entire month of Roswell recs just by using her stuff! ;)
This one's Michael/Max, in keeping with my theme from last time. And it's really incredible how she gets into their heads, especially Michael's, and really makes you *feel* these characters.
Also wonderful about this one is how she spins time on its head and takes what could have been a really good but rather plain story and gives it a twist, making it seem fresh because you have to follow the characters and events backwards, mind forced to jump ahead and guess at what happened before you actually get there. It works really well here, giving the story that right amount of edge that you need to make Michael/Max fic really ring true.
Snippit:
"You said that earlier. Don't you remember what you said earlier? Or has making up with Liz turned your brain to mush?"
Silence is Max's weapon and he uses it now. Michael nudges his shoulder into Max a little harder, pushing him back towards the wall. "Well?"
Still no reply and Michael reaches out one hand, folds it into a fist. It's always his first response to anything upsetting. A lifetime with Hank has yet to be unlearned and he's not sure it ever will be. He slides his fist up, brushing it across the corner of Max's face, tracing along the edge of his cheek to a point beside his eye--and Max still doesn't say anything.
He doesn't need to speak because Michael can see everything. It's those eyes again. He can see that Max knows exactly what Michael meant earlier. He can see that Max remembers exactly what he was talking about. He just won't say the words. So Michael kisses him, a brutal kiss, pressing his mouth so hard against Max's that he can feel the press of Max's front teeth against the flesh of mouth, against his lips.
Days of Grace