akamine_chan (
akamine_chan) wrote in
crack_van2008-05-24 10:47 pm
Much Like Wolves (NC17)
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Mark Smithbauer
Length: ~3,00 words
Author on LJ:
llassah
Author Website: List of Doom
Why this must be read: because
llassah is an extremely talented writer and has built a lovely alternate universe for Fraser and Mark - a universe in which they are classical musicians - Mark on trumpet, Fraser on cello.
llassah's writing is sensual and dreamy, yet somehow full of powerful little details. Here is Benton Fraser, trying to slip out from under the long shadow of his famous father, trying to make his own way in the musical world of the Toronto Conservatoire. His search for a deeper emotional connection and not finding it, telling himself that this is all he can expect from life. Needing so much and settling for so little.
llassah draws a believable world of musical students and the strong bonds of friendship that can develop.
We unpack as we debate, dance around each other as we hang up shirts, stow away music stands, practice chairs, music. It goes dark around us. I hardly notice, absorbed in nest building. Absorbed in Mark. He puts a bottle of whiskey on the windowsill, two glasses and a packet of cigarettes next to it. He loves jazz, wants to get a job playing in the bars around Toronto. He prefers Gillespie to Davis. Thinks Mozart’s music fits too well. Worships Bartok. Likes Beethoven when it’s raining, Delius when the sun shines. I tell him things, too. How I hate all of Pachelbel’s music with a passion because of that damned canon and its monotonous cello line. How sometimes playing Debussy’s sonate scares me, unsettles me. How hearing The Lark Ascending makes me want to fly myself. He likes seeing how sweet he can play the middle movement of the Haydn, loves cadenzas, especially when he puts in passages of swung improvisation, to scare his teacher.
Much Like Wolves
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Mark Smithbauer
Length: ~3,00 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: List of Doom
Why this must be read: because
We unpack as we debate, dance around each other as we hang up shirts, stow away music stands, practice chairs, music. It goes dark around us. I hardly notice, absorbed in nest building. Absorbed in Mark. He puts a bottle of whiskey on the windowsill, two glasses and a packet of cigarettes next to it. He loves jazz, wants to get a job playing in the bars around Toronto. He prefers Gillespie to Davis. Thinks Mozart’s music fits too well. Worships Bartok. Likes Beethoven when it’s raining, Delius when the sun shines. I tell him things, too. How I hate all of Pachelbel’s music with a passion because of that damned canon and its monotonous cello line. How sometimes playing Debussy’s sonate scares me, unsettles me. How hearing The Lark Ascending makes me want to fly myself. He likes seeing how sweet he can play the middle movement of the Haydn, loves cadenzas, especially when he puts in passages of swung improvisation, to scare his teacher.
Much Like Wolves

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Seriously, though, you're absolutely right about your description of her writing: sensual and dreamy, yet somehow full of powerful little details.
She totally rocks. *loves on
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