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crack_van2010-04-27 05:39 pm
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These Dark and Quiet Spaces by Aces (G)
Fandom: SLINGS & ARROWS
Pairing: None
Length: 758 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Here at the AO3.
Why this must be read:
This is very short piece in which we find Geoffrey reflecting on what the theater means to him, beyond Shakespeare and acting. The Geoffrey in this story is feeling a little melancholy perhaps. The reader will usually finish it wanting to give him a hug.
There are ghosts here, Geoffrey thinks.
Not Oliver—thank god—not at the moment, anyway. No, these are the same ghosts that are always here, that reside in every space Geoffrey has ever worked in. Specters of audience and actor pressing in around him in the darkness. Breathing.
They have always comforted Geoffrey.
He pushes back in his seat, somewhere amidst the scattered center of the house, and he shuts his eyes. He can feel the rows and aisles radiating outward around him, can feel the stage sitting naked and potential below him, and everything is darkened and quiet. Waiting.
These Dark and Quiet Spaces (Link goes to AO3)
Pairing: None
Length: 758 words
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: Here at the AO3.
Why this must be read:
This is very short piece in which we find Geoffrey reflecting on what the theater means to him, beyond Shakespeare and acting. The Geoffrey in this story is feeling a little melancholy perhaps. The reader will usually finish it wanting to give him a hug.
There are ghosts here, Geoffrey thinks.
Not Oliver—thank god—not at the moment, anyway. No, these are the same ghosts that are always here, that reside in every space Geoffrey has ever worked in. Specters of audience and actor pressing in around him in the darkness. Breathing.
They have always comforted Geoffrey.
He pushes back in his seat, somewhere amidst the scattered center of the house, and he shuts his eyes. He can feel the rows and aisles radiating outward around him, can feel the stage sitting naked and potential below him, and everything is darkened and quiet. Waiting.
These Dark and Quiet Spaces (Link goes to AO3)