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Boxing Day by The Hag (PG-13)
Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Author on LJ: no
Author Website: no
Why this must be read:
The Hag is well known in the fandom for her witty, lighter stories. She has a rare talent for word play and a feeling for language that makes her comic forays sheer delights, and I enjoy every one of them.
Even more, though, I love her serious stories. Her rhythmic, nuanced prose conveys a wealth of emotion along with insights into the characters and what's happening between them. Moving on from the Christmas Day rec last time, we arrive at Boxing Day, celebrated throughout the UK (and in Ireland as St Stephen's Day) on 26 December. This brief but rich story makes lovely use of this particular holiday to chart a new step in Bodie's and Doyle's relationship:
Doyle was wanting to know things. Perilous stuff, information. It gave people an edge on you. There were things Cowley knew, things old acquaintances knew, and things only he knew. There was the thing Doyle had whispered last night when he had hovered on the very brink of sleep, his head pillowed on Doyle's wide shoulder, feeling oddly safe in that bony embrace. Doyle had brought a deadly weapon into play, and he had to answer the challenge before he lost his nerve.
Boxing Day
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Author on LJ: no
Author Website: no
Why this must be read:
The Hag is well known in the fandom for her witty, lighter stories. She has a rare talent for word play and a feeling for language that makes her comic forays sheer delights, and I enjoy every one of them.
Even more, though, I love her serious stories. Her rhythmic, nuanced prose conveys a wealth of emotion along with insights into the characters and what's happening between them. Moving on from the Christmas Day rec last time, we arrive at Boxing Day, celebrated throughout the UK (and in Ireland as St Stephen's Day) on 26 December. This brief but rich story makes lovely use of this particular holiday to chart a new step in Bodie's and Doyle's relationship:
Doyle was wanting to know things. Perilous stuff, information. It gave people an edge on you. There were things Cowley knew, things old acquaintances knew, and things only he knew. There was the thing Doyle had whispered last night when he had hovered on the very brink of sleep, his head pillowed on Doyle's wide shoulder, feeling oddly safe in that bony embrace. Doyle had brought a deadly weapon into play, and he had to answer the challenge before he lost his nerve.
Boxing Day