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Lanciname by Lar (R)
Fandom: ANGEL
Pairing: gen, Faith/OFC
Length: 2,000 words
Author on LJ:
obsessedmuch
Author Website: Biblioteque Diabolique
Why this must be read: Some people like to write about how Faith is coping in prison and working on redemption, while others choose to focus on how much she does NOT cope and her suffering in prison. This fic is one of the latter. Dark and tormented and claustrophobic. Warning for cutting.
I keep my new best friend hidden inside my own mattress. My fingers know exactly where to find it every time, they just creep right over to it no matter how many times the thing has been moved around. They know the shape of it by heart. Every time I pull it out, every time my hand feels the weight of it, the chill of it, the rusty bumps on the blunt end, my heart stops. It's like the one split second before you kiss a new lover for the first time; all the anticipation is right there, frozen in that tiny space, and no matter how good the kiss is, nothing is ever as good as the possibility of it.
Lanciname
Pairing: gen, Faith/OFC
Length: 2,000 words
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
Author Website: Biblioteque Diabolique
Why this must be read: Some people like to write about how Faith is coping in prison and working on redemption, while others choose to focus on how much she does NOT cope and her suffering in prison. This fic is one of the latter. Dark and tormented and claustrophobic. Warning for cutting.
I keep my new best friend hidden inside my own mattress. My fingers know exactly where to find it every time, they just creep right over to it no matter how many times the thing has been moved around. They know the shape of it by heart. Every time I pull it out, every time my hand feels the weight of it, the chill of it, the rusty bumps on the blunt end, my heart stops. It's like the one split second before you kiss a new lover for the first time; all the anticipation is right there, frozen in that tiny space, and no matter how good the kiss is, nothing is ever as good as the possibility of it.
Lanciname