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Down and Upping by Loneraven (PG-13)
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lucifuge_5 and I'll be driving Geoffrey's car Sloan's cool bike the Slings & Arrows van for this month. As it happens, this is one of the few fandoms where the majority of what I read is genfic followed by het (Geoffrey/Ellen). However, I promise there will be a few sprinkles of slash (both m/m and f/f) recs as well.
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Pairing: None
Length: Short
Author on LJ:loneraven
Author Website: Her LJ fic archive and Sleeping with Ghosts (her website)
Why this must be read: Geoffrey's descent into madness is something we're told about in the show. Whatloneraven does, however, is show us the confusion and anguish Geoffrey feels once his sanity has dissolved into nothingness. This is a bittersweet yet tender story as we see Geoffrey being visited by the four most important people in his life at a moment where he's not sure what's real and what isn't.
This wasn't the first S&A fic I read when I first got into the fandom, but it is the one that defined Geoffrey for me.
The thing he hates most of all the things in the world, Geoffrey has decided, or at least most of all the things in the immediate vicinity, given that the former has become the latter as he hasn’t seen the sun in a while, nor the sky, nor the former of those entering stage left in the latter, but anyway, the thing he hates most of all about the things in the immediate space of his life is-
“Good morning!” trills a voice near at hand, and completely derails his train of thought. Dreadfully clichéd metaphor, he decides, and then wonders when his interior monologue started sounding so much like Darren Nichols, and then Darren’s voice says, dripping with honey, you’re crazy, Geoffrey my darling, and he pulls the covers over his head.
It’s not even respectably dark under there. And it itches. The thing he hates, he thinks, with accompanying deep breath, most of all, more than translucent sheets that itch and more than non-recreational, really not-fun-at-all drugs and more than Darren Nichols, is the feathers.
Down and Upping
lucifuge_5 and I'll be driving Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Pairing: None
Length: Short
Author on LJ:
loneraven Author Website: Her LJ fic archive and Sleeping with Ghosts (her website)
Why this must be read: Geoffrey's descent into madness is something we're told about in the show. What
loneraven does, however, is show us the confusion and anguish Geoffrey feels once his sanity has dissolved into nothingness. This is a bittersweet yet tender story as we see Geoffrey being visited by the four most important people in his life at a moment where he's not sure what's real and what isn't. This wasn't the first S&A fic I read when I first got into the fandom, but it is the one that defined Geoffrey for me.
The thing he hates most of all the things in the world, Geoffrey has decided, or at least most of all the things in the immediate vicinity, given that the former has become the latter as he hasn’t seen the sun in a while, nor the sky, nor the former of those entering stage left in the latter, but anyway, the thing he hates most of all about the things in the immediate space of his life is-
“Good morning!” trills a voice near at hand, and completely derails his train of thought. Dreadfully clichéd metaphor, he decides, and then wonders when his interior monologue started sounding so much like Darren Nichols, and then Darren’s voice says, dripping with honey, you’re crazy, Geoffrey my darling, and he pulls the covers over his head.
It’s not even respectably dark under there. And it itches. The thing he hates, he thinks, with accompanying deep breath, most of all, more than translucent sheets that itch and more than non-recreational, really not-fun-at-all drugs and more than Darren Nichols, is the feathers.
Down and Upping