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crack_van2009-06-07 12:06 pm
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Hot Chocolate by Duskdog
Fandom: DC COMICS
Pairing: none
Length: 1,581 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
duskdog717
Author Website: duskdog717.livejournal.com/tag/fanfic
Why this must be read:
Are Guy Gardner and Ted Kord friends? This fic explores that question. It deals with the aftermath of Ted and Guy's boxing match during JLI. More than that, it's about Guy and Ted reaching a tenuous understanding of one another, and their uncertainties, flaws and strengths. It's about their difficulty relating to one another, despite the things they have in common.
Duskdog's character voices are absolutely pitch perfect, capturing their banter, flaws, and mutual distrust perfectly. This fic does a wonderful job of capturing a snapshot of the relationship between these characters at a moment in time, and we come away from it with a greater understanding of the characters and their actions.
He couldn't help it -- the sudden passionate burst of violence against an inanimate object was just so ridiculous that Ted couldn't have kept his mouth shut even if he wanted to. "Let me guess: it hit you first?"
Guy stopped hitting the machine but his fists were clenched and his body quivered as he rested his forehead against it again. "No. Took my goddamn quarters."
"Don't blame the poor machine. Blame the society that made it this way." He shook his head, digging into his belt for some change. "Seriously, Guy. Overreact much?"
"It ain't about the quarters."
"Ohhh, I see." Ted deposited his sixty cents. "Lover's quarrel?"
Guy turned his head without actually losing contact with the machine and glared at him bitterly. "You already got me kicked outta the League. What the hell else do you want? Cheap laughs? Ha ha ha? Well go on and get it outta your system. Go on!"
"I don't want anything from you, Guy." He pressed the hot chocolate button. Suddenly he really was jonesing for that sugar. "Except maybe an apology. That would be nice."
Read It!
Pairing: none
Length: 1,581 words
Author on LJ:
duskdog717 Author Website: duskdog717.livejournal.com/tag/fanfic
Why this must be read:
Are Guy Gardner and Ted Kord friends? This fic explores that question. It deals with the aftermath of Ted and Guy's boxing match during JLI. More than that, it's about Guy and Ted reaching a tenuous understanding of one another, and their uncertainties, flaws and strengths. It's about their difficulty relating to one another, despite the things they have in common.
Duskdog's character voices are absolutely pitch perfect, capturing their banter, flaws, and mutual distrust perfectly. This fic does a wonderful job of capturing a snapshot of the relationship between these characters at a moment in time, and we come away from it with a greater understanding of the characters and their actions.
He couldn't help it -- the sudden passionate burst of violence against an inanimate object was just so ridiculous that Ted couldn't have kept his mouth shut even if he wanted to. "Let me guess: it hit you first?"
Guy stopped hitting the machine but his fists were clenched and his body quivered as he rested his forehead against it again. "No. Took my goddamn quarters."
"Don't blame the poor machine. Blame the society that made it this way." He shook his head, digging into his belt for some change. "Seriously, Guy. Overreact much?"
"It ain't about the quarters."
"Ohhh, I see." Ted deposited his sixty cents. "Lover's quarrel?"
Guy turned his head without actually losing contact with the machine and glared at him bitterly. "You already got me kicked outta the League. What the hell else do you want? Cheap laughs? Ha ha ha? Well go on and get it outta your system. Go on!"
"I don't want anything from you, Guy." He pressed the hot chocolate button. Suddenly he really was jonesing for that sugar. "Except maybe an apology. That would be nice."
Read It!