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crack_van2010-05-31 08:15 pm
sandystarr88.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2010-05-31 08:15 pm
Entry tags:
falling faintly by kaydeefalls (PG-13)
Fandom: BAND OF BROTHERS
Pairing: Lewis Nixon-centric, with Winters/Nixon
Length: 2,749
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: fallen leaves
Why this must be read:
This piece is amazing, there's a lot of romance-in-Bastogne-foxholes type stories in fandom but this one definitely stands out from the rest. Nixon's characterization, the dialogue, I love everything about this piece and wholeheartedly recommend it.
He stumbles into the nearest foxhole, not at all surprised to find Dick there. "Hey," Nixon says, voice thick with cold. "You all right?"
"Yeah," Dick replies, huddling under his sorry excuse for a blanket. "Long day, huh?"
"Something like that. Christ, Dick, gimme some of that – I thought I signed up for Europe, not the goddamned tundra."
Dick's lips twitch, the closest to a smile Nixon can get out of him these days, and lifts the edge of the blanket enough for Nixon to scoot in beside him. It doesn't actually make him any warmer, but what the hell.
He closes his eyes and the lines of the map are still there, imprinted behind his eyelids. He dreams of endless planes of cartography, X marking the spot of God knows what, and it doesn't matter because Nixon knows he'll never reach it.
falling faintly
Pairing: Lewis Nixon-centric, with Winters/Nixon
Length: 2,749
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: fallen leaves
Why this must be read:
This piece is amazing, there's a lot of romance-in-Bastogne-foxholes type stories in fandom but this one definitely stands out from the rest. Nixon's characterization, the dialogue, I love everything about this piece and wholeheartedly recommend it.
He stumbles into the nearest foxhole, not at all surprised to find Dick there. "Hey," Nixon says, voice thick with cold. "You all right?"
"Yeah," Dick replies, huddling under his sorry excuse for a blanket. "Long day, huh?"
"Something like that. Christ, Dick, gimme some of that – I thought I signed up for Europe, not the goddamned tundra."
Dick's lips twitch, the closest to a smile Nixon can get out of him these days, and lifts the edge of the blanket enough for Nixon to scoot in beside him. It doesn't actually make him any warmer, but what the hell.
He closes his eyes and the lines of the map are still there, imprinted behind his eyelids. He dreams of endless planes of cartography, X marking the spot of God knows what, and it doesn't matter because Nixon knows he'll never reach it.
falling faintly