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Skin by Brighid (PG)
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laurie_ky and I'll be behind the wheel for the next few weeks. I came late to the Sentinel fandom, (2007), but man, what a treasure trove of stories I found, plus the wonderful new stories I've read since then. I'm starting with one that, frankly, I was surprised to find hadn't already been recced. It was archived in 2000, and I fell in love with it the first time I read it.
Fandom THE SENTINEL
Pairing Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Length16k
Author on LJmz_bstone(Friend's locked on later entries)
Author's stories can be found here at
852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
Summary : Once upon a time, a Selkie watched the shore, and a Sentinel watched an anthropologist.
Skin entwines a fairy tale with Jim's and Blair's story, alternating from the sea and strand of Celtic mythology to the events in their lives since the day that a young man barged into an ER treatment room with an outlandish fairy tale of his own to spin to a desperate man.
Brighid's writing is poetical, insightful, and simply lovely. And as Blair is drawn more and more into Jim's world, to the point of cutting his own throat when he tells the world he is a fraud, the selkie who rescued a drowning man finds himself questioning what his own future holds.
Jim remembered cleaning up after Blair had gone to sleep, puttering around and touching small objects that had crept into his home, making it theirs. How, he wondered, had this happened? When had Sandburg switched from studying him to jumping out of planes for him? For a sentinel, he'd been a damned poor sentry in his own home, his own heart. "It's about friendship." Dear god, when had that happened? And why did it make him so goddamned glad? So glad to still have Blair underfoot, and nowhere at all near Borneo?
He remembered lingering as he picked up the beer bottle Blair had left behind, remembered lifting it to his mouth and licking the smooth brown lip of it, feeling the residual warmth of Blair's mouth, tasting the younger man on the glass and feeling that overwhelming hunger rise in him, again.
)0(
The stranger awoke slowly, like a man coming up through water, and he watched breathlessly as realization dawned, and then wonder and fear and confusion. The man said something, but the words were meaningless, a jumble of sounds. He simply shook his head and forced a bowl full of seaweed soup down his charge's throat and bundled him up against the fever that wracked his body. He had left him only once since he had pulled him from the waters, to search the shore, to ask his brothers and sisters for help.
His seal skin was gone. He was bound into this flesh, cut off from the waters that had been his home for so very long.
He knew he should have been grief-stricken. He should have been terrified. But instead he was trembling with wonder, his body singing with the promise of...
the promise of...
promise.
Skin by Brighid
laurie_ky and I'll be behind the wheel for the next few weeks. I came late to the Sentinel fandom, (2007), but man, what a treasure trove of stories I found, plus the wonderful new stories I've read since then. I'm starting with one that, frankly, I was surprised to find hadn't already been recced. It was archived in 2000, and I fell in love with it the first time I read it. Fandom THE SENTINEL
Pairing Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg
Length16k
Author on LJ
mz_bstone(Friend's locked on later entries)Author's stories can be found here at
852 Prospect
Why this must be read:
Summary : Once upon a time, a Selkie watched the shore, and a Sentinel watched an anthropologist.
Skin entwines a fairy tale with Jim's and Blair's story, alternating from the sea and strand of Celtic mythology to the events in their lives since the day that a young man barged into an ER treatment room with an outlandish fairy tale of his own to spin to a desperate man.
Brighid's writing is poetical, insightful, and simply lovely. And as Blair is drawn more and more into Jim's world, to the point of cutting his own throat when he tells the world he is a fraud, the selkie who rescued a drowning man finds himself questioning what his own future holds.
Jim remembered cleaning up after Blair had gone to sleep, puttering around and touching small objects that had crept into his home, making it theirs. How, he wondered, had this happened? When had Sandburg switched from studying him to jumping out of planes for him? For a sentinel, he'd been a damned poor sentry in his own home, his own heart. "It's about friendship." Dear god, when had that happened? And why did it make him so goddamned glad? So glad to still have Blair underfoot, and nowhere at all near Borneo?
He remembered lingering as he picked up the beer bottle Blair had left behind, remembered lifting it to his mouth and licking the smooth brown lip of it, feeling the residual warmth of Blair's mouth, tasting the younger man on the glass and feeling that overwhelming hunger rise in him, again.
)0(
The stranger awoke slowly, like a man coming up through water, and he watched breathlessly as realization dawned, and then wonder and fear and confusion. The man said something, but the words were meaningless, a jumble of sounds. He simply shook his head and forced a bowl full of seaweed soup down his charge's throat and bundled him up against the fever that wracked his body. He had left him only once since he had pulled him from the waters, to search the shore, to ask his brothers and sisters for help.
His seal skin was gone. He was bound into this flesh, cut off from the waters that had been his home for so very long.
He knew he should have been grief-stricken. He should have been terrified. But instead he was trembling with wonder, his body singing with the promise of...
the promise of...
promise.
Skin by Brighid
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Looking forward to the rest of the month.
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Laurie
edited because I haven't had any coffee and my brain went on vacaction while my fingers were typing.
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