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crack_van2012-03-01 07:31 pm
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Entry tags:
history repeating by unoshot (pg13)
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Pairing: Stefan and Damon
Length: 3860 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
unoshot
Author Website: fic masterlist
Why this must be read: This is, hands down, the most stunning fic I have read in this fandom. I honestly could no possibly say enough good things about it. It is so filled with rich emotional meaning that each word resonates some new insight into these characters. The story draws a portrait of this brotherly relationship over the years and perfectly captures every element of their story. It's a tragedy, the two boys circling each other and making the same mistakes over and over and over again.
If you choose to read, you'll quickly notice the unique structure this story takes. The author uses the running columns to show the paralleling nature of each brother's life, where they diverge and reconvene. This is really two stories, but neither is complete without the other.
An Excerpt
Damon grows tired of the mess. “Can we not just go?” The irritation is not entirely hidden in his voice; he nudges a booted toe against the entrails on the floor.
Stefan is occupied; Stefan lifts a slim severed hand, caressing its long joints. He toys with the gold ring that still circles the dead woman’s third finger; he raises the back of the hand to his lips, like some mockery of courtship, but it is only to lick the drying blood from her knuckles. “I’m sorry,” he croons; he places the hand beside the wrist he tore it from, re-aligning the bone. “I’ve ruined all your beauty.”
“She’s dead,” says Damon, impatiently. “She hardly cares.” The woman’s husband lies drained but whole across the bed, staring at the ceiling, eyes already going milky. A piece of his wife’s thigh stains his white shirt like a slab of bleeding ham, before Stefan retrieves it.
“I care.” Stefan’s tone is smoothly sorrowing. “Look at how she fits together. All those clean young lines.” He’s sliding the chunk of thigh under the ruins of his victim’s skirts.
History Repeating
Pairing: Stefan and Damon
Length: 3860 words
Author on LJ:
unoshotAuthor Website: fic masterlist
Why this must be read: This is, hands down, the most stunning fic I have read in this fandom. I honestly could no possibly say enough good things about it. It is so filled with rich emotional meaning that each word resonates some new insight into these characters. The story draws a portrait of this brotherly relationship over the years and perfectly captures every element of their story. It's a tragedy, the two boys circling each other and making the same mistakes over and over and over again.
If you choose to read, you'll quickly notice the unique structure this story takes. The author uses the running columns to show the paralleling nature of each brother's life, where they diverge and reconvene. This is really two stories, but neither is complete without the other.
An Excerpt
Damon grows tired of the mess. “Can we not just go?” The irritation is not entirely hidden in his voice; he nudges a booted toe against the entrails on the floor.
Stefan is occupied; Stefan lifts a slim severed hand, caressing its long joints. He toys with the gold ring that still circles the dead woman’s third finger; he raises the back of the hand to his lips, like some mockery of courtship, but it is only to lick the drying blood from her knuckles. “I’m sorry,” he croons; he places the hand beside the wrist he tore it from, re-aligning the bone. “I’ve ruined all your beauty.”
“She’s dead,” says Damon, impatiently. “She hardly cares.” The woman’s husband lies drained but whole across the bed, staring at the ceiling, eyes already going milky. A piece of his wife’s thigh stains his white shirt like a slab of bleeding ham, before Stefan retrieves it.
“I care.” Stefan’s tone is smoothly sorrowing. “Look at how she fits together. All those clean young lines.” He’s sliding the chunk of thigh under the ruins of his victim’s skirts.
History Repeating