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crack_van2011-10-30 11:33 am
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Date with the Night by Rispacooper (adult)
Before we get to my last rec, I want to say it's been fantastic driving the crack van for Due South this month. It's an incredibly warm and welcoming fandom, but despite that I was a lurker here until earlier this year. Driving the crack van this month has felt writing a love letter to the fandom, a small token of thanks for all the wonderful fic you all have shared with me. I promise I'll be better about leaving feedback on your gorgeous, heartbreaking, funny, sexy, and sweet stories in the future! And now back to your regularly scheduled Halloween programming:
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 7500 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rispacooper
Author Website: master fic list
Why this must be read: Because it's (almost) Halloween, and what more could you ask for than a beautiful, moody, gothic, romantic vampire story? It's a tense first-person narrative from Fraser's POV recounting how Ray was attacked and transformed, and Fraser's refusal to abandon Ray to suffer his fate alone. The mood of the piece is fabulous, with a richly detailed story-telling style at once reminiscent of the gothic horror masterpieces and completely believable as Benton Fraser's inner thoughts. It's the perfect thing to curl up with on a crisp fall evening.
Antibiotics and tetanus shots, a few stitches with a local anesthetic that hadn’t even made Ray flinch. I had been the one tense at the sight of the needle puncturing his skin. The splash of pink into the syringe was nothing to dark crimson of his blood I had had to wash from my fingers after the ambulance had arrived on the scene, but still I stared at it with loathing. So I had reached out, needing to feel the heat of Ray’s back in my hand and he had turned his head up to look at me, mocking me a little with his sharp smile, but still smiling, and I had only stared back at his bright eyes, the radiance of his skin.
And later, when Ray’s eyes had grown tired circles beneath them from days without sleep, when he had consumed nothing more than handfuls of candy for over a week and flinched at noises that even I had not heard, and made whispered, unsmiling jokes about spooks and goblins and vampires, I had stood there with the ghost of my father at my back and told him that such things were not possible.
Ray had leaned into me, needing my help and I had felt only my own shuddering weakness to have him so close, the need to get away from how he made my heart race before he could notice.
I had never carried a Bowie knife for protection, I had told him, lied, and Ray must have shivered under his bedcovers while reading the forbidden stories too, because he had turned almost into my arms and our eyes had locked until I had looked away first. My gaze fell to the square, white bandage taped to the side of his neck, and I felt his eyes fall as well, heard him swallow, sticky and slow, his breath coming faster. When I had lifted my eyes, Ray had been leaning into me, drifting as slowly as a sleeping man.
Date with the Night
Fandom: DUE SOUTH
Pairing: Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski
Length: 7500 words
Author on LJ:
rispacooperAuthor Website: master fic list
Why this must be read: Because it's (almost) Halloween, and what more could you ask for than a beautiful, moody, gothic, romantic vampire story? It's a tense first-person narrative from Fraser's POV recounting how Ray was attacked and transformed, and Fraser's refusal to abandon Ray to suffer his fate alone. The mood of the piece is fabulous, with a richly detailed story-telling style at once reminiscent of the gothic horror masterpieces and completely believable as Benton Fraser's inner thoughts. It's the perfect thing to curl up with on a crisp fall evening.
Antibiotics and tetanus shots, a few stitches with a local anesthetic that hadn’t even made Ray flinch. I had been the one tense at the sight of the needle puncturing his skin. The splash of pink into the syringe was nothing to dark crimson of his blood I had had to wash from my fingers after the ambulance had arrived on the scene, but still I stared at it with loathing. So I had reached out, needing to feel the heat of Ray’s back in my hand and he had turned his head up to look at me, mocking me a little with his sharp smile, but still smiling, and I had only stared back at his bright eyes, the radiance of his skin.
And later, when Ray’s eyes had grown tired circles beneath them from days without sleep, when he had consumed nothing more than handfuls of candy for over a week and flinched at noises that even I had not heard, and made whispered, unsmiling jokes about spooks and goblins and vampires, I had stood there with the ghost of my father at my back and told him that such things were not possible.
Ray had leaned into me, needing my help and I had felt only my own shuddering weakness to have him so close, the need to get away from how he made my heart race before he could notice.
I had never carried a Bowie knife for protection, I had told him, lied, and Ray must have shivered under his bedcovers while reading the forbidden stories too, because he had turned almost into my arms and our eyes had locked until I had looked away first. My gaze fell to the square, white bandage taped to the side of his neck, and I felt his eyes fall as well, heard him swallow, sticky and slow, his breath coming faster. When I had lifted my eyes, Ray had been leaning into me, drifting as slowly as a sleeping man.
Date with the Night