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draycevixen.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2010-09-12 08:42 am
Entry tags:
Unspoken by Bistokids (NC-17)
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Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 1833 words
Author on LJ:
bistokids
Author Website: Her stories can be found here.
Why this must be read:
A large part of what makes Bodie and Doyle’s partnership so successful is their ability to communicate without words, or at least very few of them, in the field. Here, BK explores that notion, the difference between the words and looks they exchange in public and the sub-text that only the two of them can read, set against the backdrop of a typical evening of the squad blowing off steam at a pub. It’s really well done and I hope you enjoy it.
"They faced each other afterwards, as the last suspect alive was led bleeding away. Any words appropriate to such an occasion would remain unspoken – either dragged out so many times before that they didn’t need repeating, or edging into territory too searching and precarious to be desired. So, instead, a blowing out of cheeks and slight shake of head (‘Owe you another one there, mate. I’d have been a goner if you hadn’t got my back.’) met by a quirk of eyebrows and grazing of teeth against lower lip (‘That’s what I’m here for. I’ll always have your back, Bodie. I’m just worried that might not be enough one of these days.’)"
Unspoken
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Fandom: THE PROFESSIONALS
Pairing: Bodie/Doyle
Length: 1833 words
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Her stories can be found here.
Why this must be read:
A large part of what makes Bodie and Doyle’s partnership so successful is their ability to communicate without words, or at least very few of them, in the field. Here, BK explores that notion, the difference between the words and looks they exchange in public and the sub-text that only the two of them can read, set against the backdrop of a typical evening of the squad blowing off steam at a pub. It’s really well done and I hope you enjoy it.
"They faced each other afterwards, as the last suspect alive was led bleeding away. Any words appropriate to such an occasion would remain unspoken – either dragged out so many times before that they didn’t need repeating, or edging into territory too searching and precarious to be desired. So, instead, a blowing out of cheeks and slight shake of head (‘Owe you another one there, mate. I’d have been a goner if you hadn’t got my back.’) met by a quirk of eyebrows and grazing of teeth against lower lip (‘That’s what I’m here for. I’ll always have your back, Bodie. I’m just worried that might not be enough one of these days.’)"
Unspoken
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