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crack_van2011-02-19 11:32 pm
tortoisegirl.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2011-02-19 11:32 pm
Just the Same by blue_soaring (PG)
Fandom: WATCHMEN
Pairing: Nite Owl II/Rorschach
Length: ~550 words
Author on LJ: none that I know of
Author Website: blue_soaring on DW and autoschediastic on AO3.
Why this must be read:
Short as it is I was really drawn into this fic, particularly by its use of the setting. I love fics that really situate the characters in the city, and details like a description of city lights and having the characters chose a direction to travel adds a great dimension to the story. But the real star of the fic is the UST. It is intense from start to finish, and the handling of these two characters in a UST situation is a favorite for me.
Just the Same
Pairing: Nite Owl II/Rorschach
Length: ~550 words
Author on LJ: none that I know of
Author Website: blue_soaring on DW and autoschediastic on AO3.
Why this must be read:
Short as it is I was really drawn into this fic, particularly by its use of the setting. I love fics that really situate the characters in the city, and details like a description of city lights and having the characters chose a direction to travel adds a great dimension to the story. But the real star of the fic is the UST. It is intense from start to finish, and the handling of these two characters in a UST situation is a favorite for me.
Rorschach's scuffed shoes clack loudly on the broken asphalt, a beacon for trouble. Dan hopes trouble's listening. Whatever's charging Rorschach tonight is spilling over into him, twisting through his veins, cramping his muscles. He wants a fight now as badly as Rorschach does.
Rain-spattered minutes tick by. Rorschach leads them to a dead end and Dan follows as he vaults upward, swinging from dumpster to window ledge to flaking fire escape. On the roof, Dan brushes rust from his gloves and squints through billows of steam.
"Here," Rorschach says, lit from beneath by gaudy red.
Just the Same