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Snapshots by Nicki (PG)
Fandom: LOTRIPS
Pairing: Elijah/Henry Mortensen
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fugitivehound
Author Website: Lotrips
Why this must be read:
As the title says, this is made up of tiny little snapshots of Elijah visiting the Mortensens. It's subtle and short, and the ending made me shiver.
The swing on Viggo’s front porch squeaks in an annoying, rusty-hinge way that Elijah has never quite liked. The only thing that keeps him from finding a can of WD-40 and alleviating the problem is the slightly absurd belief that it lends to the rustic harmony of the sprawling ranch. The squeaksqueak of the swing is like a sharp melody above the sound of the trees rustling, and the birds chirping, and the snapclickwhirr of Henry’s camera. Elijah basks in the fading sunlight and pretends not to notice that Henry is stealing tiny bits of his soul with every click.
Snapshots
Pairing: Elijah/Henry Mortensen
Author on LJ:
fugitivehoundAuthor Website: Lotrips
Why this must be read:
As the title says, this is made up of tiny little snapshots of Elijah visiting the Mortensens. It's subtle and short, and the ending made me shiver.
The swing on Viggo’s front porch squeaks in an annoying, rusty-hinge way that Elijah has never quite liked. The only thing that keeps him from finding a can of WD-40 and alleviating the problem is the slightly absurd belief that it lends to the rustic harmony of the sprawling ranch. The squeaksqueak of the swing is like a sharp melody above the sound of the trees rustling, and the birds chirping, and the snapclickwhirr of Henry’s camera. Elijah basks in the fading sunlight and pretends not to notice that Henry is stealing tiny bits of his soul with every click.
Snapshots