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"In the Blue Light of the Flame" by allfireburns (G)
Fandom: Musical Theater / Chess
Pairing: Freddie/Florence, Anatoly/Florence
Length: 262 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
find_rightbrain
Author Website: Maybe There's a Light That's Always On
Why this must be read: As with yesterday's recommendation (and actually by the same author), this fic deals with the ongoing magnetism between Freddie and Florence even as she pulls away. "In the Blue Light of the Flame," an old favorite of mine, deals with the aftermath of Anatoly's departure, and considers how Florence deals with what comes next for her. It's a short entry but a headcanon-worthy one, and the author absolutely nails both characters.
He was standing in the lobby when she got back from the airport. She didn't even notice him at first, trying to shake the image of Tolya walking away. It was hard to miss him, though, when he maneuvered himself into her path so she had to either stop or bump into him. Florence took a step back, looked up at him, and sighed.
"What do you want, Freddie?"
She wanted to step around him, walk on up to her hotel room and get her bags and leave... But if she tried to move around him, he'd just follow. She knew Freddie. After seven years, she would hope she knew him.
"I wanted to talk to you before you left. I just wanted to ask-"
"No." She stepped around him and started for the elevator, taking a breath to steady herself. No requests from Freddie, no last-minute pleas or bargains... Not this time. She couldn't do it anymore, and she especially couldn't do it now, when each breath seemed to take conscious effort, when she just wanted to go home to England and go to bed that probably still smelled of Anatoly and never, ever get out of bed again. When she was almost afraid to speak for fear of bursting into tears with every word.
Freddie, as she had expected, followed her, matching her step for step and soon coming out ahead of her. "No? I didn't even say anything yet!"
In the Blue Light of the Flame
Pairing: Freddie/Florence, Anatoly/Florence
Length: 262 words
Author on LJ:
find_rightbrainAuthor Website: Maybe There's a Light That's Always On
Why this must be read: As with yesterday's recommendation (and actually by the same author), this fic deals with the ongoing magnetism between Freddie and Florence even as she pulls away. "In the Blue Light of the Flame," an old favorite of mine, deals with the aftermath of Anatoly's departure, and considers how Florence deals with what comes next for her. It's a short entry but a headcanon-worthy one, and the author absolutely nails both characters.
He was standing in the lobby when she got back from the airport. She didn't even notice him at first, trying to shake the image of Tolya walking away. It was hard to miss him, though, when he maneuvered himself into her path so she had to either stop or bump into him. Florence took a step back, looked up at him, and sighed.
"What do you want, Freddie?"
She wanted to step around him, walk on up to her hotel room and get her bags and leave... But if she tried to move around him, he'd just follow. She knew Freddie. After seven years, she would hope she knew him.
"I wanted to talk to you before you left. I just wanted to ask-"
"No." She stepped around him and started for the elevator, taking a breath to steady herself. No requests from Freddie, no last-minute pleas or bargains... Not this time. She couldn't do it anymore, and she especially couldn't do it now, when each breath seemed to take conscious effort, when she just wanted to go home to England and go to bed that probably still smelled of Anatoly and never, ever get out of bed again. When she was almost afraid to speak for fear of bursting into tears with every word.
Freddie, as she had expected, followed her, matching her step for step and soon coming out ahead of her. "No? I didn't even say anything yet!"
In the Blue Light of the Flame