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Truths Like Gravity (R) by nos4a2no9
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 3800 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nos4a2no9
Author Website: fic here
Why this must be read:
One more from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ds_flashfiction (but we’ll stop back here on crossover day), this one from one of the two matches (Reality v Whimsy and Angst v Romance) they’ve done. Both matches were full of amazing fic, and it was hard to pick just one to rec. In the end, I chose this beautiful fic from Team Reality.
It’s kidfic (which I adore), but not, in that it isn’t cutesy or full of awwwwww moments. It’s Fraser and Ray still together after seventeen years. It’s Ray reflecting on his life with Fraser, fatherhood, and the inevitability of growing up. Bittersweet and full of quiet contentment, this really spoke to the parent in me. And I hope I can meet my childrens’ move to adulthood with as much grace and understanding.
In the silent minutes before he falls asleep at night, Ray can sometimes hear a faint crackle.
It's a soft, crunching sound, like someone chewing granola, or a boot on an icy sheen of snow. Or tires on a gravel road. But the crackling sound Ray hears isn't quite so concrete. It's a quiet sound where no sound should be.
He knows he's imagining things. He can account for every nighttime sound in the cabin, except for the crackle. There's Fraser's soft snoring and the faint scrabbling of Petal's nails on the floor as she chases rabbits in her sleep. The metronomic tick-tock of the clock on their bedside table, and the sound of Jenny mumbling to herself in her room down the hall. When the girls were little and shared a room, Ray could often hear three quiet voices talking to each other in the dark.
The mysterious crackle has become softer since Molly and Katie left, and Ray's absolutely certain that the sound is connected to the girls leaving home. The crackle makes him think of something impossible but present. Something invisible, but undeniable. Like gravity.
It's the sound of children growing up.
He and Fraser have been preparing for this inevitability for years, glancing at each other sadly over yet another birthday cake, a New Year's toast, a graduation dinner. Their children aren't really children anymore.
Truths Like Gravity
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 3800 words
Author on LJ:
nos4a2no9Author Website: fic here
Why this must be read:
One more from
ds_flashfiction (but we’ll stop back here on crossover day), this one from one of the two matches (Reality v Whimsy and Angst v Romance) they’ve done. Both matches were full of amazing fic, and it was hard to pick just one to rec. In the end, I chose this beautiful fic from Team Reality. It’s kidfic (which I adore), but not, in that it isn’t cutesy or full of awwwwww moments. It’s Fraser and Ray still together after seventeen years. It’s Ray reflecting on his life with Fraser, fatherhood, and the inevitability of growing up. Bittersweet and full of quiet contentment, this really spoke to the parent in me. And I hope I can meet my childrens’ move to adulthood with as much grace and understanding.
In the silent minutes before he falls asleep at night, Ray can sometimes hear a faint crackle.
It's a soft, crunching sound, like someone chewing granola, or a boot on an icy sheen of snow. Or tires on a gravel road. But the crackling sound Ray hears isn't quite so concrete. It's a quiet sound where no sound should be.
He knows he's imagining things. He can account for every nighttime sound in the cabin, except for the crackle. There's Fraser's soft snoring and the faint scrabbling of Petal's nails on the floor as she chases rabbits in her sleep. The metronomic tick-tock of the clock on their bedside table, and the sound of Jenny mumbling to herself in her room down the hall. When the girls were little and shared a room, Ray could often hear three quiet voices talking to each other in the dark.
The mysterious crackle has become softer since Molly and Katie left, and Ray's absolutely certain that the sound is connected to the girls leaving home. The crackle makes him think of something impossible but present. Something invisible, but undeniable. Like gravity.
It's the sound of children growing up.
He and Fraser have been preparing for this inevitability for years, glancing at each other sadly over yet another birthday cake, a New Year's toast, a graduation dinner. Their children aren't really children anymore.
Truths Like Gravity