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kitsuneasika (Teen)
Fandom: POKÉMON
Pairing: Silver/Kotone, Silver/Green, hinted Green/Red
Length: 6763 words
Author on LJ:kitsuneasika
Author on AO3: kitsuneasika
Author on FFnet: kitsuneasika
Author Website: Fanfic Master List
Why this must be read: This piece has so many things to appreciate: a narrative told through letters, travel, rare pairs, pitch perfect characterization. It is definitely one of the most romantic stories I have ever read, and this quality is due in great part to the longing atmosphere and tone that Kitsuneasika develops. Perhaps the strongest aspect of this fic, however, is its exquisite pacing. The relatively slow development builds up the characters exceptionally well, and the culmination of these aspects makes for an intensely satisfying resolution.
Excerpt:
Pidgeot looks pointedly at the letter still in his hand, then lifts its leg, gesturing with its wing. Pidgeot looks rather absurd like this, balancing precariously on one leg and flapping its wings about, and Gengar snickers. Pidgeot glares and squawks at it, settling down in a more dignified position, its head held high.
Silver makes an exasperated sound, and unfolds the letter, tearing a blank strip from the last, mostly empty page. He heads for his bag— Pidgeot's bothered him enough times for him to learn to always have a pen in there, just in case— and scribbles a hasty note. Tell your Pidgeot to have more patience, he writes, and he hands it to the bird pokémon with a scowl.
Pidgeot takes it with a soft croon— a marked difference from its earlier assault— and rises in the air, flapping away. Soon enough Silver can hear it screeching at the inhabitants of the Dragon's Den, the sound echoing against the cave walls. Then even that fades, and the air settles quiet, thick, stifling around him.
Gengar gives him a questioning look, but Silver turns away to look across the water. An unfortunate Dratini pops its head up out of the water only a moment later, and he points at it with his free hand.
"Shadow Ball," he orders, the letter crinkled tight in his hands.
"moments through an hourglass" (can also be read on AO3)
Pairing: Silver/Kotone, Silver/Green, hinted Green/Red
Length: 6763 words
Author on LJ:
kitsuneasikaAuthor on AO3: kitsuneasika
Author on FFnet: kitsuneasika
Author Website: Fanfic Master List
Why this must be read: This piece has so many things to appreciate: a narrative told through letters, travel, rare pairs, pitch perfect characterization. It is definitely one of the most romantic stories I have ever read, and this quality is due in great part to the longing atmosphere and tone that Kitsuneasika develops. Perhaps the strongest aspect of this fic, however, is its exquisite pacing. The relatively slow development builds up the characters exceptionally well, and the culmination of these aspects makes for an intensely satisfying resolution.
Excerpt:
Pidgeot looks pointedly at the letter still in his hand, then lifts its leg, gesturing with its wing. Pidgeot looks rather absurd like this, balancing precariously on one leg and flapping its wings about, and Gengar snickers. Pidgeot glares and squawks at it, settling down in a more dignified position, its head held high.
Silver makes an exasperated sound, and unfolds the letter, tearing a blank strip from the last, mostly empty page. He heads for his bag— Pidgeot's bothered him enough times for him to learn to always have a pen in there, just in case— and scribbles a hasty note. Tell your Pidgeot to have more patience, he writes, and he hands it to the bird pokémon with a scowl.
Pidgeot takes it with a soft croon— a marked difference from its earlier assault— and rises in the air, flapping away. Soon enough Silver can hear it screeching at the inhabitants of the Dragon's Den, the sound echoing against the cave walls. Then even that fades, and the air settles quiet, thick, stifling around him.
Gengar gives him a questioning look, but Silver turns away to look across the water. An unfortunate Dratini pops its head up out of the water only a moment later, and he points at it with his free hand.
"Shadow Ball," he orders, the letter crinkled tight in his hands.
"moments through an hourglass" (can also be read on AO3)