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crack_van2009-03-04 06:46 am
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Where Do We Grow To? by Mab (PG-13)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 3,200 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mab_browne
Author Website: mab.slashzone
Why this must be read: Because it’s the only fic in my memories on LJ, so that should tell you something right off. In the author’s own words: ‘Jim’s father dies. Jim deals’. And what follows is the most beautifully observed viginette of grief and acceptance, of peace and humour, and of living and loving together. Everything here is pitched just right.
Blair is sitting in the chapel pew, wearing a top-coat over his suit. It is, Jim thinks, probably the first proper coat that Blair's ever owned, since Jim certainly doesn't count that old coat that Blair wore back before he even moved into Jim's apartment. Blair had bought the coat the same time he bought a decent suit. "Time is going to come that I'll need it, man, and at least it's warm." It looks damned incongruous with the long braid hanging down against the fabric. Jim braided Blair's hair for him before they left, needing something mindless to do, liking the distraction of catching up all the mass of hair and wrestling it into order. He told Blair that he didn't need to wear the full regalia of suit and tie, but Blair smiled and said, "It's a mark of respect, Jim. You and your Dad never talked about us, I know, but he knew; he wasn't stupid any more than you are. And he was okay with me, and he was totally a suit kind of a guy so I feel I should wear a suit to his funeral service."
"And a braid," Jim said, stroking down the length of hair one last time, feeling the rough silk of it against his palm.
"And a braid," Blair agreed serenely.
Where Do We Grow To?
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: 3,200 words
Author on LJ:
mab_browneAuthor Website: mab.slashzone
Why this must be read: Because it’s the only fic in my memories on LJ, so that should tell you something right off. In the author’s own words: ‘Jim’s father dies. Jim deals’. And what follows is the most beautifully observed viginette of grief and acceptance, of peace and humour, and of living and loving together. Everything here is pitched just right.
Blair is sitting in the chapel pew, wearing a top-coat over his suit. It is, Jim thinks, probably the first proper coat that Blair's ever owned, since Jim certainly doesn't count that old coat that Blair wore back before he even moved into Jim's apartment. Blair had bought the coat the same time he bought a decent suit. "Time is going to come that I'll need it, man, and at least it's warm." It looks damned incongruous with the long braid hanging down against the fabric. Jim braided Blair's hair for him before they left, needing something mindless to do, liking the distraction of catching up all the mass of hair and wrestling it into order. He told Blair that he didn't need to wear the full regalia of suit and tie, but Blair smiled and said, "It's a mark of respect, Jim. You and your Dad never talked about us, I know, but he knew; he wasn't stupid any more than you are. And he was okay with me, and he was totally a suit kind of a guy so I feel I should wear a suit to his funeral service."
"And a braid," Jim said, stroking down the length of hair one last time, feeling the rough silk of it against his palm.
"And a braid," Blair agreed serenely.
Where Do We Grow To?
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Thanks for reccing this one today. It was great to reread it. =>}
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