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Before you knew you'd know me by crimsonkitty88 (NC-17)
Fandom: BASEBALL RPF
Pairing: Eli Whiteside/Jonathan Sanchez
Length: 2570
Author on LJ:
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Why this must be read: This piece traces the trajectory of Whiteside and Sanchez' relationship from beginning to end, culminating with Sanchez' trade from the San Francisco Giants. Dreamy and experimental, there's a poetic feel to this piece that stuck with me long after I'd closed the tab. The experimental style might not be for everyone, but I hope you give it a chance, because I think it's worth it.
Just the two of you like it always is (we’re all that matter here, Johnny), and you still don’t know what you want to say. No way of bridging that gap, a silent phone or an empty locker, without sixty feet and six inches between you. Without a mask and a glove and a baseball in an arc guiding your eyes to his.
Before you knew you'd know me
Pairing: Eli Whiteside/Jonathan Sanchez
Length: 2570
Author on LJ:
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Author Website:
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Why this must be read: This piece traces the trajectory of Whiteside and Sanchez' relationship from beginning to end, culminating with Sanchez' trade from the San Francisco Giants. Dreamy and experimental, there's a poetic feel to this piece that stuck with me long after I'd closed the tab. The experimental style might not be for everyone, but I hope you give it a chance, because I think it's worth it.
Just the two of you like it always is (we’re all that matter here, Johnny), and you still don’t know what you want to say. No way of bridging that gap, a silent phone or an empty locker, without sixty feet and six inches between you. Without a mask and a glove and a baseball in an arc guiding your eyes to his.
Before you knew you'd know me
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