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In the Night Season by Revely (NC-17)
Fandom: THE X-FILES
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
revely
Author Website: Revely
Why this must be read: Not only does Revely write some of the best magical realism around, but here she even manages to explain why, exactly, Scully's shirts got so damned tight in the later seasons. Rev's stories are rich with atmosphere and emotion, and dusted lightly with magic, like a perfect bedtime story.
Mulder rises from the couch, the careful, self-possessed unfolding of a tall man to his full height. Every time Scully has had occasion to watch him get out of a car it has stirred something in her. No matter what the situation, her desire is born again when he moves from chairs.
He doesn't say a word, just nods at her and studies the floor. She makes a quick retreat into the hallway and down to the elevator, conscious of some part of him following her.
"Go home," she tells the air around her, but he remains, getting into the car with her. She sits behind the wheel, but he seems to take up the rest of the empty space.
In the Night Season
Pairing: Mulder/Scully
Author on LJ:
revelyAuthor Website: Revely
Why this must be read: Not only does Revely write some of the best magical realism around, but here she even manages to explain why, exactly, Scully's shirts got so damned tight in the later seasons. Rev's stories are rich with atmosphere and emotion, and dusted lightly with magic, like a perfect bedtime story.
Mulder rises from the couch, the careful, self-possessed unfolding of a tall man to his full height. Every time Scully has had occasion to watch him get out of a car it has stirred something in her. No matter what the situation, her desire is born again when he moves from chairs.
He doesn't say a word, just nods at her and studies the floor. She makes a quick retreat into the hallway and down to the elevator, conscious of some part of him following her.
"Go home," she tells the air around her, but he remains, getting into the car with her. She sits behind the wheel, but he seems to take up the rest of the empty space.
In the Night Season