Michelle K (
michellek.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2004-05-03 09:03 pm
Entry tags:
A spark of that ancient flame by International Princess
Fandom: The West Wing
Pairing: Amy/Donna
Author on LJ:
intl_princess
Author Website: maybe not so much for you with the talking....
Why this must be read:
Anyone who knows me knows that Amy/Donna is my OTP. And this is one of many A/D fics I'll rec for you fine people. This fic, in addition to having a great characterization of Amy (which we've already come to expect from IP) and a nicely enigmatic Donna, creates a credible backstory for the A/D relationship that perfectly fits into canon. And it features prose like this:
And there she was, stretched out across Amy's mattress, with the sheets rumpled beneath her. The linen was about the only thing she'd taken out of the boxes that surrounded them. She could have been anyone.
The cold pre-dawn light cast shadows across Donna's hip. Like a sculpture, like art history, like her name. Amy had been quickly distracted by the ease with which she could mar that pale, pale skin. Blush here, bite mark there. And afterwards, Donna had been flushed and red, and Amy had whispered, "It's your color."
They'd both lied about what they did for a living.
Also, it uses the subtext and interaction from Commencement in a way that is absolutely perfect.
A spark of that ancient flame by International Princess.
Pairing: Amy/Donna
Author on LJ:
Author Website: maybe not so much for you with the talking....
Why this must be read:
Anyone who knows me knows that Amy/Donna is my OTP. And this is one of many A/D fics I'll rec for you fine people. This fic, in addition to having a great characterization of Amy (which we've already come to expect from IP) and a nicely enigmatic Donna, creates a credible backstory for the A/D relationship that perfectly fits into canon. And it features prose like this:
And there she was, stretched out across Amy's mattress, with the sheets rumpled beneath her. The linen was about the only thing she'd taken out of the boxes that surrounded them. She could have been anyone.
The cold pre-dawn light cast shadows across Donna's hip. Like a sculpture, like art history, like her name. Amy had been quickly distracted by the ease with which she could mar that pale, pale skin. Blush here, bite mark there. And afterwards, Donna had been flushed and red, and Amy had whispered, "It's your color."
They'd both lied about what they did for a living.
Also, it uses the subtext and interaction from Commencement in a way that is absolutely perfect.
A spark of that ancient flame by International Princess.
