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crack_van2010-03-11 08:21 am
anactoria.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2010-03-11 08:21 am
Snapshots by timeofnoreply (R)
Fandom: WATCHMEN
Pairing: Silhouette/Nurse
Length: ~4000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
appleredhair
Author Website: None
Why this must be read:
“My name is Ursula,” the woman on top of her says, just before Eileen comes.
Eileen moans, “Oh God, oh Christ, oh Jesus, oh fuck,” anyway when she does.
They set the discharge papers on fire in the kitchen sink and light cigarettes from the flames. Ursula nearly chokes on her Lucky laughing about it, teasing Eileen that she’s a blasphemous little shiksa. Eileen laughs too, because she doesn’t believe in God; she hasn’t since she stepped off the transport truck in Dieppe to find the beaches stained red with the blood of dead and dying men littered amongst the smoking carapaces of Churchill tanks. She’s amazed that Ursula can still believe in such a concept as God after what was done to her people, or even after the smaller-scale horrible things she’s seen fighting crime. If there is a Hell, Eileen figures that she has already done her time and then some, so it really doesn’t matter a good goddamn what happens next.
This oneshot traces the whole of the Silhouette's relationship with her girlfriend, and it's both wickedly engaging and, as is to be expected, wrenchingly sad. It takes a minor character, who isn't even named in primary canon, and gives her a biting, irreverent and very distinctive voice of her own, as well as showing Ursula with a degree of believable and very human vulnerability. The writing's bold and witty, and the characters of the other Minutemen are beautifully observed, too.
Snapshots
Pairing: Silhouette/Nurse
Length: ~4000
Author on LJ:
appleredhairAuthor Website: None
Why this must be read:
“My name is Ursula,” the woman on top of her says, just before Eileen comes.
Eileen moans, “Oh God, oh Christ, oh Jesus, oh fuck,” anyway when she does.
They set the discharge papers on fire in the kitchen sink and light cigarettes from the flames. Ursula nearly chokes on her Lucky laughing about it, teasing Eileen that she’s a blasphemous little shiksa. Eileen laughs too, because she doesn’t believe in God; she hasn’t since she stepped off the transport truck in Dieppe to find the beaches stained red with the blood of dead and dying men littered amongst the smoking carapaces of Churchill tanks. She’s amazed that Ursula can still believe in such a concept as God after what was done to her people, or even after the smaller-scale horrible things she’s seen fighting crime. If there is a Hell, Eileen figures that she has already done her time and then some, so it really doesn’t matter a good goddamn what happens next.
This oneshot traces the whole of the Silhouette's relationship with her girlfriend, and it's both wickedly engaging and, as is to be expected, wrenchingly sad. It takes a minor character, who isn't even named in primary canon, and gives her a biting, irreverent and very distinctive voice of her own, as well as showing Ursula with a degree of believable and very human vulnerability. The writing's bold and witty, and the characters of the other Minutemen are beautifully observed, too.
Snapshots