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Las Almas Perdidas, by clumsygyrl [R]
Fandom: Bandom (My Chemical Romance)
Pairing: Slight Frank/Gerard
Author on lj:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
clumsygyrl
Author WebsiteFic ljficlaidbare
Why this must be read:
This is a brilliantly done story that often gets overlooked. It's a fully realized urban fantasy that happens in Neu Orleans-New Orleans after a strange psychic event. Gerard, Ray and Mikey all move down there and have encounters with the not entirely human denziens. It's not a long story, but there's so much detail that the Blood Quarter seems like someplace you can go to next week.
Gerard stopped in the middle of a crowded aisle, stuck between a stall alive with squawking chickens and a gap toothed honest to God gypsy woman hawking bespelled scarves. A tall woman walked, floated toward them. Ray’s chattering died a quick death on an indrawn breath and a murmured ‘Oh fuck.’ Gerard blinked wondering if he did, she’d disappear.
She moved toward them, her head coming up as if someone had yelled her name. Perhaps someone had, the noise was like a crush of sound, pressing against them. The gypsy woman tugged at his sleeve and Gerard looked down to pull his arm away, looking up again and the woman was gone.
Mikey took a step forward.
The woman reappeared and walked toward them a paper wrapped parcel in hand. She smiled and reached for Gerard’s free hand, placing the package in his hand. “Welcome.” She turned the smile to Ray and then lastly to Mikey. “He will find you again.”
“What…”
She tilted her head to the side, eyes crinkling to reveal laugh lines. “Come find me sometime. Welcome.” She patted his arm and turned to leave, two small foxes nipping at her long skirts before she laughed and picked them both up.
Las Almas Perdidas
Pairing: Slight Frank/Gerard
Author on lj:
clumsygyrlAuthor WebsiteFic lj
ficlaidbareWhy this must be read:
This is a brilliantly done story that often gets overlooked. It's a fully realized urban fantasy that happens in Neu Orleans-New Orleans after a strange psychic event. Gerard, Ray and Mikey all move down there and have encounters with the not entirely human denziens. It's not a long story, but there's so much detail that the Blood Quarter seems like someplace you can go to next week.
Gerard stopped in the middle of a crowded aisle, stuck between a stall alive with squawking chickens and a gap toothed honest to God gypsy woman hawking bespelled scarves. A tall woman walked, floated toward them. Ray’s chattering died a quick death on an indrawn breath and a murmured ‘Oh fuck.’ Gerard blinked wondering if he did, she’d disappear.
She moved toward them, her head coming up as if someone had yelled her name. Perhaps someone had, the noise was like a crush of sound, pressing against them. The gypsy woman tugged at his sleeve and Gerard looked down to pull his arm away, looking up again and the woman was gone.
Mikey took a step forward.
The woman reappeared and walked toward them a paper wrapped parcel in hand. She smiled and reached for Gerard’s free hand, placing the package in his hand. “Welcome.” She turned the smile to Ray and then lastly to Mikey. “He will find you again.”
“What…”
She tilted her head to the side, eyes crinkling to reveal laugh lines. “Come find me sometime. Welcome.” She patted his arm and turned to leave, two small foxes nipping at her long skirts before she laughed and picked them both up.
Las Almas Perdidas