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mizface.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2010-07-21 11:16 pm
This is a Story That I Tell Myself (R) by spuffyduds
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 3150 words
Author on LJ:
spuffyduds
Author Website: fic here
Why this must be read:
We go from a story that makes me happy to one that just hurts to read. I was going to pick something cheery to put here, maybe a Ray/Ray fic from
ds_raysquared since I hadn’t driven us there yet, but I was recently reminded of this fic, and when I saw that it hadn’t been recced yet, I decided it was worth the detour.
This is a fic that breaks my heart every time I read it. And I don’t like having my heart broken, angsty fic usually isn’t my thing, but
spuffyduds writes it so beautifully I can’t help but read it again and again.
Dief sits unusually close to me by the campfire and even, to my surprise, rolls over on his back. He seldom presents his belly for petting unless he’s exhausted or upset, and I take the rare opportunity to bury both hands in his softest fur, revel in the warmth, but cannot resist chiding a little: “You can’t be that tired. You weren’t even pulling a sled. Just a stroll, really.”
He gives me his most sarcastic look. Ah, option B, then: upset.
“Well,” I say. “Yes. I—as well—yes. But it wouldn’t have worked. It’s for the best.”
He has, to my relief, nothing to say to that.
This is a Story That I Tell Myself
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Length: 3150 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: fic here
Why this must be read:
We go from a story that makes me happy to one that just hurts to read. I was going to pick something cheery to put here, maybe a Ray/Ray fic from
This is a fic that breaks my heart every time I read it. And I don’t like having my heart broken, angsty fic usually isn’t my thing, but
Dief sits unusually close to me by the campfire and even, to my surprise, rolls over on his back. He seldom presents his belly for petting unless he’s exhausted or upset, and I take the rare opportunity to bury both hands in his softest fur, revel in the warmth, but cannot resist chiding a little: “You can’t be that tired. You weren’t even pulling a sled. Just a stroll, really.”
He gives me his most sarcastic look. Ah, option B, then: upset.
“Well,” I say. “Yes. I—as well—yes. But it wouldn’t have worked. It’s for the best.”
He has, to my relief, nothing to say to that.
This is a Story That I Tell Myself

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