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crack_van2008-08-08 09:33 pm
And Yet So Far by Limlaith (FRAO)
Pairing: Ezra/Vin
Length: about 20,000 words - novella length
Author on LJ: not that I know of
Author's Website: Most of her stuff is at Blackraptor, but you need to know the link to the adult fic and you get that my submitting and age statement to the archivist so she will send it to you.
Why this must be read:
Continuing on with my MOMA winners, this one has the honor, deservedly but contradictorily, of being this year's Adult Tearjerker winner. Now, I call this a contradiction because at some point in the past, as is noted on the first page of the story, it's also won the MOMA for Best Adult Humor.
I have to say, I find it far more amusing than tear-jerking, but I can see the places where it is wrenching as well. And best of all - it's just a good story. It's set in ATF-verse, with Ezra and Vin and the others on the team having to attend a seminar that none of them want to attend (there's even a conversation at one point about the meaning of the word 'mandatory' that's delightful).
It's told completely from Vin's POV, and while there are places where his voice doesn't quite ring for me, the Ezra that he sees before him does. And the emotions that Vin feels are very well written and very believable.
It's a wonderful piece - with illustrations that are awesome! - and Limlaith does her usual superlative job of the story.
At lunch, Ezra doesn't sit next to me, and I feel oddly guilty. I am left to sit between Josiah and Chris, bookends of sparkling wit.
"So, how's everyone been enjoying the seminar?" Chris asks, tongue firmly in cheek.
"It is," Ezra searches for the right word, "Soporific." He smiles innocently at Chris and then hides his face behind his menu.
I don't know that word, but I can make a good guess. I can't help myself. "You know, Chris, they make those sticky strips you can put over your nose to open the airways."
This earns me a sharp elbow in the ribcage from Mr. Sleepyhead and a giggle from JD.
"They also make caskets with velvet lining," Josiah adds. No one can deadpan like Josiah.
"I hope Nathan is learning more than we are," JD offers, over-hopefully, though it would be impossible for him not to be learning more.
"I know this is mandatory, Chris, but ain't there a way you can get us out of it?"
"Mr. Wilmington, you need to refresh your definition of the word 'mandatory'." Drawled. Long-suffering.
"In other words, Ezra means 'no'," Chris clarifies, unnecessarily.
We don't talk anymore about it, which is good. There's no point bitching if we all have to suffer, and it's worse to spoil our lunch by talking about just how boring it is. Chris doesn't let us drink beer, though. The temptation is too great, and it sure wouldn't help him stay awake any. We stick to caffeinated things - like any of us need more caffeine - and I order a Monte Christo, the sandwich of the gods.
Ezra orders a salad, which he eats with knife and fork. Even his food is perfect.
The afternoon brings with it a new kind of coma - the food coma. Guess I should have stuck to salad myself. Sleepiness consumes me, despite the caffeine, and after I yawn for the eighteenth time, Ezra glares at me. His glare is almost as good as Chris'.
It's a wonderful read, no matter which award it deserved.
Get the link to the adult Blackraptor site and read it here!
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(Anonymous) 2008-08-09 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)Found by googling the author's name
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