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crack_van2011-06-03 07:22 am
birggitt.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2011-06-03 07:22 am
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Exit Wound by Brighid (PG-13)
Fandom: THE SENTINEL
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: ~5.000
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mz_bstone
Author Website: Brighid at 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
This is NOT a happy story, I warn you all right from the beginning. But it's so beautiful, in its own, heart-wrenching way...
And the metaphor she choose here not only works, it's simply mind-blowing.
But I can't say a lot here without spoil it for you, so here, instead of more me blabbing, have a little taste
"This isn't going to change anything at all, is it?" he asks quietly, his voice ragged and breathless and verging on wild; he makes my knees weak. He's always made my knees weak.
And I want to lie to him, because the lie would be so close to the fucking truth; this doesn't change anything, yet everything is different now, but how can you explain that when your dick is aching and you've got the taste of Jim Ellison on your tongue?
So I just tell him, "No," and then, "get us into bed," and he bites down on my shoulder and we don't make it to the bed for a few minutes more, but he understands the answer, because he closes his eyes and doesn't look at me for the longest time after that.
But it's there between us, even if we can't face it, and it has a name. I think: yesterday was one thing, and tomorrow will be something else entirely. Today, we have this.
It will have to be enough.
Give a chance to this fic, really, you'll not regret it. Go here Exit Wound by Brighid, cry a little bit and later, let Birghid know how much you like it :D
Pairing: Jim/Blair
Length: ~5.000
Author on LJ:
mz_bstoneAuthor Website: Brighid at 852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
This is NOT a happy story, I warn you all right from the beginning. But it's so beautiful, in its own, heart-wrenching way...
And the metaphor she choose here not only works, it's simply mind-blowing.
But I can't say a lot here without spoil it for you, so here, instead of more me blabbing, have a little taste
"This isn't going to change anything at all, is it?" he asks quietly, his voice ragged and breathless and verging on wild; he makes my knees weak. He's always made my knees weak.
And I want to lie to him, because the lie would be so close to the fucking truth; this doesn't change anything, yet everything is different now, but how can you explain that when your dick is aching and you've got the taste of Jim Ellison on your tongue?
So I just tell him, "No," and then, "get us into bed," and he bites down on my shoulder and we don't make it to the bed for a few minutes more, but he understands the answer, because he closes his eyes and doesn't look at me for the longest time after that.
But it's there between us, even if we can't face it, and it has a name. I think: yesterday was one thing, and tomorrow will be something else entirely. Today, we have this.
It will have to be enough.
Give a chance to this fic, really, you'll not regret it. Go here Exit Wound by Brighid, cry a little bit and later, let Birghid know how much you like it :D
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