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crack_van2010-01-11 01:46 pm
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Bittersweet by TwoWeevils (Adult)
Fandom: NCIS
Pairing: Ziva/Jenny; Ziva-centric
Length: 1,929
Author on LJ: TwoWeevils (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
twoweevils)
Author website: The fic tag on their lj
Why this must be read:
My next two recs are a set of character studies. This one's about Ziva, and it is, as its title claims, bittersweet. But it's the kind of bittersweet that comes with growing up -- discovering who you are, and who you are not, and coming to terms with that knowledge. This fic evokes that journey of self-awareness perfectly, and it does so in gorgeous literary prose steeped in Ziva's familial and cultural heritage. Read a bit, and I think you'll love this story as much as I do:
They called it a strawberry birthmark. Her mother told her it was there because she was sweet. But the small red mark under her breast didn't change the way she'd always felt. Ziva David didn't feel sweet. She wasn't sweet. She was sharp and bitter, like the horseradish on the seder plate, though her bitterness didn't stem from oppression. It came from feeling like she was missing something. That she lacked some important, feminine thing--perhaps it was sweetness--that other girls had.
She had always been different from the other girls she knew—even different from her sisters. They were delicate creatures, easily bruised. Ziva felt like that strawberry mark was a bruise she carried from birth. A bruise that had healed over and left her with a toughness that other women didn't possess. Her name meant "brightness," but Ziva had never thought of it as the brightness of a happy day in the sunshine. She was bright like a blade, newly sharpened.
This fic has a lot of comments, but I couldn't pass it up -- in my mind, it deserves all the praise in the world. So, please. Go. Read. Enjoy. Review.
Bittersweet
Pairing: Ziva/Jenny; Ziva-centric
Length: 1,929
Author on LJ: TwoWeevils (
twoweevils)Author website: The fic tag on their lj
Why this must be read:
My next two recs are a set of character studies. This one's about Ziva, and it is, as its title claims, bittersweet. But it's the kind of bittersweet that comes with growing up -- discovering who you are, and who you are not, and coming to terms with that knowledge. This fic evokes that journey of self-awareness perfectly, and it does so in gorgeous literary prose steeped in Ziva's familial and cultural heritage. Read a bit, and I think you'll love this story as much as I do:
They called it a strawberry birthmark. Her mother told her it was there because she was sweet. But the small red mark under her breast didn't change the way she'd always felt. Ziva David didn't feel sweet. She wasn't sweet. She was sharp and bitter, like the horseradish on the seder plate, though her bitterness didn't stem from oppression. It came from feeling like she was missing something. That she lacked some important, feminine thing--perhaps it was sweetness--that other girls had.
She had always been different from the other girls she knew—even different from her sisters. They were delicate creatures, easily bruised. Ziva felt like that strawberry mark was a bruise she carried from birth. A bruise that had healed over and left her with a toughness that other women didn't possess. Her name meant "brightness," but Ziva had never thought of it as the brightness of a happy day in the sunshine. She was bright like a blade, newly sharpened.
This fic has a lot of comments, but I couldn't pass it up -- in my mind, it deserves all the praise in the world. So, please. Go. Read. Enjoy. Review.
Bittersweet