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The Art of Fugue by BlackMamba (Gen)
Fandom: FRINGE
Pairing: N/A
Length: 1981
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blackmamba_esq
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blue_skies_fic
Why this must be read:
This is a perfect character study of Astrid, as well as an insightful exploration of her relationships with Olivia and Walter. Summary: "Five days in the life of Astrid Farnsworth." Here is an excerpt from Wednesday, where Astrid talks to Walter about why he doesn't remember her name.
He takes a breath and places both hands flat on the counter, steadying himself. “Agent Farnsworth, I know you may not believe this, but I do realize that my failure to pronounce your name correctly may be a source of frustration. But please know, it…it is for me too.” He meets her eyes. “It’s not intentional. I know it seems that way, but…well, there was a time that I spent much of my life under the influence of hallucinogens—”
“I know that Walter. You don’t have to—”
“—and one in particular, a small pink pill that smelled like vanilla, we called it Astrid. Will and I, I mean. ‘Fair, beautiful, goddess,’ it was rather…potent. You know I once wrote an entire thesis in eight hours, no citation, just strictly from memory, which made it worthless of course. The paper, not the pill—”
“Walter. What does this have to do with you forgetting my name? Wouldn’t that make it easier?”
“Yes well,” Walter intertwines his fingers. He looks sheepish, and slightly embarrassed. “It’s confusing. I’m never sure if that’s your name or if I’m just remembering the other…”
“Fair, beautiful goddess?”
“Exactly.”
“Walter.” Astrid leans forward to kiss his cheek. “That was an excellent answer.”
Read The Art of Fugue.
Pairing: N/A
Length: 1981
Author on LJ:
blackmamba_esqAuthor Website:
blue_skies_ficWhy this must be read:
This is a perfect character study of Astrid, as well as an insightful exploration of her relationships with Olivia and Walter. Summary: "Five days in the life of Astrid Farnsworth." Here is an excerpt from Wednesday, where Astrid talks to Walter about why he doesn't remember her name.
He takes a breath and places both hands flat on the counter, steadying himself. “Agent Farnsworth, I know you may not believe this, but I do realize that my failure to pronounce your name correctly may be a source of frustration. But please know, it…it is for me too.” He meets her eyes. “It’s not intentional. I know it seems that way, but…well, there was a time that I spent much of my life under the influence of hallucinogens—”
“I know that Walter. You don’t have to—”
“—and one in particular, a small pink pill that smelled like vanilla, we called it Astrid. Will and I, I mean. ‘Fair, beautiful, goddess,’ it was rather…potent. You know I once wrote an entire thesis in eight hours, no citation, just strictly from memory, which made it worthless of course. The paper, not the pill—”
“Walter. What does this have to do with you forgetting my name? Wouldn’t that make it easier?”
“Yes well,” Walter intertwines his fingers. He looks sheepish, and slightly embarrassed. “It’s confusing. I’m never sure if that’s your name or if I’m just remembering the other…”
“Fair, beautiful goddess?”
“Exactly.”
“Walter.” Astrid leans forward to kiss his cheek. “That was an excellent answer.”
Read The Art of Fugue.