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Hours and Days by Hth
Fandom: OZ
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hth_the_first
Author Website: Hth's Slash Fic
Why this must be read:
Because this is a gorgeous, gorgeous, *gorgeous* story. If you've ever wondered what might have been going on in Beecher's mind after the kidnapping of his children - and how he ultimately ended up blaming Keller for the murder of his son - man, just let Hth take you there. "Hours and Days" treads that particular emotional minefield with absolutely no holds barred, picking up insights and even an epiphany or two along the way. This is a devastating story that asks a hundred questions about love, life and everything in between, and there are never any easy answers to be found, certainly never in Oz. Grief isn't tidy or self-contained, it is painful and pitiful and pathetic. Love isn't always hearts and pretty flowers; sometimes it's jagged and bloody and downright incomprehensible. Justice isn't always served, and the truth doesn't always set you free.
Things that mar the surface are beautiful, I'm dimly and unreasonable convinced. A flaw is a fortune. There's a uniformity to hell on earth that makes every tiny rip and stain and scar a fucking gift, a treasure, something to wrap your sanity around for its shape.
Sometimes there are little things that are not Oz. Cracks in the walls that let light in.
Go read Hours and Days.
Pairing: Beecher/Keller
Author on LJ:
hth_the_firstAuthor Website: Hth's Slash Fic
Why this must be read:
Because this is a gorgeous, gorgeous, *gorgeous* story. If you've ever wondered what might have been going on in Beecher's mind after the kidnapping of his children - and how he ultimately ended up blaming Keller for the murder of his son - man, just let Hth take you there. "Hours and Days" treads that particular emotional minefield with absolutely no holds barred, picking up insights and even an epiphany or two along the way. This is a devastating story that asks a hundred questions about love, life and everything in between, and there are never any easy answers to be found, certainly never in Oz. Grief isn't tidy or self-contained, it is painful and pitiful and pathetic. Love isn't always hearts and pretty flowers; sometimes it's jagged and bloody and downright incomprehensible. Justice isn't always served, and the truth doesn't always set you free.
Things that mar the surface are beautiful, I'm dimly and unreasonable convinced. A flaw is a fortune. There's a uniformity to hell on earth that makes every tiny rip and stain and scar a fucking gift, a treasure, something to wrap your sanity around for its shape.
Sometimes there are little things that are not Oz. Cracks in the walls that let light in.
Go read Hours and Days.