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Things We Remember By Ravenschild (PG-13)
Fandom: THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Solo/Kuryakin
Author on LJ: no.
Author website: http://www.ravenslair.net/
Why this must be read:
Ravenschild is another long-time fan who, in addition to being a prolific writer, has made great contributions to the fandom. Not only does she co-moderate the MFUfic discussion list, but her website, The Raven’s Lair, hosts a number of writers, both old and new, slash and gen.
This story is told largely from Solo’s POV, but it has an unusual, almost poetic, stream of consciousness rhythm. Kuryakin is in the hospital, recovering from a particularly brutal stay with Thrush. Seeing him, Solo’s mood alternates between the ache of nearly losing a lover (“The only person I ever wanted to seduce was you, the only heart that I wanted to hear beating against my own was yours”), and a cold raging desire for revenge. (“I am borderline now, if you die, then hell will know a new prince”).
As the story progresses, Solo, who is temporarily partnered with Mark Slate, gets his chance. Here he is returning after settling the score:
People are taking that step back from me now, the airport is crowded and I clear customs in record time, UNCLE privilege, but still they step away, and it’s fine with me. I don’t want them close, don’t want to be able to see their faces or the lives that they live. To see the pain and agony in their eyes of defeat or fear, can’t let the tide that washes over me be too human Illya, I’m crashing and I refuse to.
Will fight the defeat of my own heart as I plough through the throng and towards the waiting staff car. The driver mutters imperceptions about traffic and did I want to go home first? He took one look at my face and Mark intercepted.
... He believes, God help him, Illya, he believes that we can win. Has anyone told him yet we keep the balance and nothing more? That in this war there will only ever be losers? Only silence, that eerie silence that cuts across our souls at the moment we give into the blood rush. The need to control, and in that control, destroy all that we hold so dear.
This is Dark Solo from the inside.
Things We Remember
Pairing: Solo/Kuryakin
Author on LJ: no.
Author website: http://www.ravenslair.net/
Why this must be read:
Ravenschild is another long-time fan who, in addition to being a prolific writer, has made great contributions to the fandom. Not only does she co-moderate the MFUfic discussion list, but her website, The Raven’s Lair, hosts a number of writers, both old and new, slash and gen.
This story is told largely from Solo’s POV, but it has an unusual, almost poetic, stream of consciousness rhythm. Kuryakin is in the hospital, recovering from a particularly brutal stay with Thrush. Seeing him, Solo’s mood alternates between the ache of nearly losing a lover (“The only person I ever wanted to seduce was you, the only heart that I wanted to hear beating against my own was yours”), and a cold raging desire for revenge. (“I am borderline now, if you die, then hell will know a new prince”).
As the story progresses, Solo, who is temporarily partnered with Mark Slate, gets his chance. Here he is returning after settling the score:
People are taking that step back from me now, the airport is crowded and I clear customs in record time, UNCLE privilege, but still they step away, and it’s fine with me. I don’t want them close, don’t want to be able to see their faces or the lives that they live. To see the pain and agony in their eyes of defeat or fear, can’t let the tide that washes over me be too human Illya, I’m crashing and I refuse to.
Will fight the defeat of my own heart as I plough through the throng and towards the waiting staff car. The driver mutters imperceptions about traffic and did I want to go home first? He took one look at my face and Mark intercepted.
... He believes, God help him, Illya, he believes that we can win. Has anyone told him yet we keep the balance and nothing more? That in this war there will only ever be losers? Only silence, that eerie silence that cuts across our souls at the moment we give into the blood rush. The need to control, and in that control, destroy all that we hold so dear.
This is Dark Solo from the inside.
Things We Remember