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allyndra.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2008-10-17 04:31 pm
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The Summer Sun and That Boy's Look by EntreNous (PG)
Fandom: BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER
Pairing: Xander/Oz
Length: 1,970 words
Author on LJ:
entrenous88
Author Website: Just Between Us
Why this must be read:
This fic isn't terribly long, but it's lyrical and shining, letting us see Xander through Oz's eyes as Oz sees him anew. The point of view, the details, and the dialogue all gleam. While I generally need any Oz-slash to take place either post-Chosen or in an AU in which he and Willow never hooked up, this is elusive enough that the time frame (circa Earshot) doesn't cause any Willow-related difficulties.
For a moment Oz’s sight grays around the edges, as it does when he scans down a bookcase and then shifts his eyes to the top shelf of the next one far too quickly. So to him it goes something like this: boy, bright, dim-bright-dim, bright, boy. Can’t be more than a moment, but he nearly stumbles back from the succession of still frames into which his mind translates the scene. It’s a stop and start of dark hair -- languid pose -- careless turn of head. Like this road belongs to that boy, his to travel on or halt any and all potential traffic from passing because he’s so very beautiful in the midday sun.
Go. Read. Love. Tell the author.
The Summer Sun and That Boy's Look
Pairing: Xander/Oz
Length: 1,970 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Just Between Us
Why this must be read:
This fic isn't terribly long, but it's lyrical and shining, letting us see Xander through Oz's eyes as Oz sees him anew. The point of view, the details, and the dialogue all gleam. While I generally need any Oz-slash to take place either post-Chosen or in an AU in which he and Willow never hooked up, this is elusive enough that the time frame (circa Earshot) doesn't cause any Willow-related difficulties.
For a moment Oz’s sight grays around the edges, as it does when he scans down a bookcase and then shifts his eyes to the top shelf of the next one far too quickly. So to him it goes something like this: boy, bright, dim-bright-dim, bright, boy. Can’t be more than a moment, but he nearly stumbles back from the succession of still frames into which his mind translates the scene. It’s a stop and start of dark hair -- languid pose -- careless turn of head. Like this road belongs to that boy, his to travel on or halt any and all potential traffic from passing because he’s so very beautiful in the midday sun.
Go. Read. Love. Tell the author.
The Summer Sun and That Boy's Look

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