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Descending, slowly by dmk0064 (PG)
Fandom: WHITE COLLAR
Pairing: gen
Length: 1,800 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dmk0064
Author Website: fanfiction.net
Why this must be read:
Talking of feverish!Neal hallucinating and artist!Neal made me think of another favorite of mine. Ghost artists (hallucinations) are coming to haunt Neal in this fic and Neal tries to cope with his emotional baggage by painting, but Peter is there for him. Gotta love the angst in this one, but the “c” part of h/c is makes it all better and makes for a sweet ending.
"Still failing, Mister Caffrey?"
He jumps from the sound of the voice behind him. As he spins on his heel, the room tilts and turns as if he is on a child's playground ride. The tone of the voice stops him and he grabs onto the easel again to steady himself.
"You will never be a true artist , Mister Caffrey, not without innovation, not without your own vision!" the ghost of his once art teacher says.
Her eyes have always bothered Neal. Cruelty, jealousy and pain lurk there; discontentment and disillusionment darkened her features. She envied his talent, but never complimented him. Her arms hold scars, long dripping wounds. Her blood smears over the floor. He watches the pattern of the blood as it spreads in a stain over the floor. He remembers her suicide. It marked his young life. He would never earn her approval, though he always strove for it.
Descending, slowly
Pairing: gen
Length: 1,800 words
Author on LJ:
dmk0064Author Website: fanfiction.net
Why this must be read:
Talking of feverish!Neal hallucinating and artist!Neal made me think of another favorite of mine. Ghost artists (hallucinations) are coming to haunt Neal in this fic and Neal tries to cope with his emotional baggage by painting, but Peter is there for him. Gotta love the angst in this one, but the “c” part of h/c is makes it all better and makes for a sweet ending.
"Still failing, Mister Caffrey?"
He jumps from the sound of the voice behind him. As he spins on his heel, the room tilts and turns as if he is on a child's playground ride. The tone of the voice stops him and he grabs onto the easel again to steady himself.
"You will never be a true artist , Mister Caffrey, not without innovation, not without your own vision!" the ghost of his once art teacher says.
Her eyes have always bothered Neal. Cruelty, jealousy and pain lurk there; discontentment and disillusionment darkened her features. She envied his talent, but never complimented him. Her arms hold scars, long dripping wounds. Her blood smears over the floor. He watches the pattern of the blood as it spreads in a stain over the floor. He remembers her suicide. It marked his young life. He would never earn her approval, though he always strove for it.
Descending, slowly