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And At Every Corner Have Them Kiss by Salieri (R)
Fandom: SLINGS & ARROWS
Pairing: Geoffrey Tennant/Ellen Fanshaw, Darren Nichols, ensemble.
Length: Novella
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
troyswann
Author Website: Outside the Box (her website)
Why this must be read:
This is my all-time favourite fic in this fandom and one that I'm sure even non-fans of the show will most definitely dig because it's that awesome.
As the story begins, we find a woman named Mary who is equal parts anxious and eager to meet with Geoffrey to discuss the contents of a mysterious box. Soon enough and tempted to spill the beans because he's offered soup, Geoffrey starts to talk about a production worthy of the S&A universe. Next thing you know, you too have been swept by the increasingly horrific (fake severed heads as props! Literal rotten meat on stage) and funny (Darren's revised sketches for the costumes! Geoffrey's madcap adventures in Europe alongside a guy named Hans!)
Interwoven with Geoffrey's priceless account of the downward spiral in Darren Nichol's production of The Plantagenets are postcards from Geoffrey, e-mails, newspaper articles and interoffice memos--all which add yet one more level of both awesome and fun.
“But, his wife was making a bonfire and as she was heaving it into the flames, she noticed your handwriting on this box.” She drums her fingers on The Box. It’s a regular legal file box, duct-taped in the corners where it’s started to tear, presumably after the flooding in the Gradys’ basement where it’s been kept–criminally–since Marshall somehow managed to wheedle it out of Geoffrey’s possession. It sat there in Marshall’s basement for five years. Mary sings a silent verse of “Modern Major General” to purge the appropriate tirade from her head before it can escape. She makes a mental note to call about tai chi classes. “She saved it and passed it along to me.”
On the lid is scrawled in black magic marker:
HERE IT IS. DON'T BE A DICK WITH IT. G.
Geoffrey glances sidelong at the box. At some point, back when Mary was with Jenn and they had grand ambitions to hike in Kluane National Park that summer, they took a course on how to deal with grizzly bears. Ultimately, it got too confusing, trying to learn which bears would eat you if you ran and which would eat you if you didn’t, so they went to West Edmonton Mall instead. Sitting there like he’s trying to decide whether to bolt or to play dead, Geoffrey looks like maybe he took the same course. As one would expect, he goes for playing dead, puts a hand over his eyes and makes a sort of shuddering groaning sound, not quite under his breath. “He would’ve, you know.”
“What?”
“Been a dick with it.”
“Then why did you give it to him?”
And At Every Corner Have Them Kiss
Pairing: Geoffrey Tennant/Ellen Fanshaw, Darren Nichols, ensemble.
Length: Novella
Author on LJ:
troyswannAuthor Website: Outside the Box (her website)
Why this must be read:
This is my all-time favourite fic in this fandom and one that I'm sure even non-fans of the show will most definitely dig because it's that awesome.
As the story begins, we find a woman named Mary who is equal parts anxious and eager to meet with Geoffrey to discuss the contents of a mysterious box. Soon enough and tempted to spill the beans because he's offered soup, Geoffrey starts to talk about a production worthy of the S&A universe. Next thing you know, you too have been swept by the increasingly horrific (fake severed heads as props! Literal rotten meat on stage) and funny (Darren's revised sketches for the costumes! Geoffrey's madcap adventures in Europe alongside a guy named Hans!)
Interwoven with Geoffrey's priceless account of the downward spiral in Darren Nichol's production of The Plantagenets are postcards from Geoffrey, e-mails, newspaper articles and interoffice memos--all which add yet one more level of both awesome and fun.
“But, his wife was making a bonfire and as she was heaving it into the flames, she noticed your handwriting on this box.” She drums her fingers on The Box. It’s a regular legal file box, duct-taped in the corners where it’s started to tear, presumably after the flooding in the Gradys’ basement where it’s been kept–criminally–since Marshall somehow managed to wheedle it out of Geoffrey’s possession. It sat there in Marshall’s basement for five years. Mary sings a silent verse of “Modern Major General” to purge the appropriate tirade from her head before it can escape. She makes a mental note to call about tai chi classes. “She saved it and passed it along to me.”
On the lid is scrawled in black magic marker:
HERE IT IS. DON'T BE A DICK WITH IT. G.
Geoffrey glances sidelong at the box. At some point, back when Mary was with Jenn and they had grand ambitions to hike in Kluane National Park that summer, they took a course on how to deal with grizzly bears. Ultimately, it got too confusing, trying to learn which bears would eat you if you ran and which would eat you if you didn’t, so they went to West Edmonton Mall instead. Sitting there like he’s trying to decide whether to bolt or to play dead, Geoffrey looks like maybe he took the same course. As one would expect, he goes for playing dead, puts a hand over his eyes and makes a sort of shuddering groaning sound, not quite under his breath. “He would’ve, you know.”
“What?”
“Been a dick with it.”
“Then why did you give it to him?”
And At Every Corner Have Them Kiss
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(One of my favorite fics of all time, period, in fact.)
TOTALLY. ♥
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I hear their techno-industrial Oklahoma! de Sade is killing in Berlin.
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And, at the risk of being weird linking here: there's a wee semi-sequel ficletish thing I wrote to a prompt:
The Birth of Tragedy (http://troyswann.livejournal.com/769074.html#cutid1)
Darren and Geoffrey and a crumbling theatre.
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Re the (unofficial) sequel: I *did* mean to mention it, but I forgot! *facepalms*