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Keeping Faith By Irene Heron (PG)
Fandom: THE MAN FROM U.N.C.L.E.
Pairing: Solo/Kuryakin
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
irene_heron.
Author website:http://partnermine.luminousbeings.net/
Why this must be read:
Well, my time is almost over and this is my last allowable rec. (Thanks to everyone who’s been reading!)
For this, my last, parting shot, I’ve decided to look to the future and our newest cohort of cousins. Most of my previous recs have been about where we’ve been as a fandom; this is about where we’re headed.
Irene Heron is relatively new to MFU, but with her wonderful Partner Mine site, she’s already made a significant contribution. Irene also writes, and now that she’s turned her attention from one Solo to another, this is her first posted MFU story.
Fan writers often eschew the Innocents, but ironically, some of the best, most effective stories in MFU have been written from the POV of an Innocent or bystander, or some perspective outside the agents.
In this vignette, an ex-French Resistance fighter who now owns a bar in Paris, makes some interesting observations about how a certain Russian has changed since he’s become an U.N.C.L.E. field agent:
“His blue gaze, which was once as warm as the Mediterranean on an August day, now registers arctic temperatures. Change may be the rule in these indifferent times, but the thought that the compassionate, idealistic youth I once knew might no longer exist except as a recurring phantom in my memory is particularly bitter."
Subtle yet heartfelt and poignant, the emotional freight in this piece is carried not in what is said, but what is left unsaid, not by what is shown but by what is implied, and the real punch lies in the blanks left for us to fill in.
“Illya settled into the same seat he always chose, a low armchair placed just so in the darkest corner of the back lounge. Where he can see but not be seen, except by the most discerning of eyes. Alone, always alone, contained by the stark boundaries that isolate him from everyone else.”
Well, not entirely alone as it turns out, but then, you all knew that.
Write more, Irene, write more.
Keeping Faith
Pairing: Solo/Kuryakin
Author on LJ:
irene_heron.Author website:http://partnermine.luminousbeings.net/
Why this must be read:
Well, my time is almost over and this is my last allowable rec. (Thanks to everyone who’s been reading!)
For this, my last, parting shot, I’ve decided to look to the future and our newest cohort of cousins. Most of my previous recs have been about where we’ve been as a fandom; this is about where we’re headed.
Irene Heron is relatively new to MFU, but with her wonderful Partner Mine site, she’s already made a significant contribution. Irene also writes, and now that she’s turned her attention from one Solo to another, this is her first posted MFU story.
Fan writers often eschew the Innocents, but ironically, some of the best, most effective stories in MFU have been written from the POV of an Innocent or bystander, or some perspective outside the agents.
In this vignette, an ex-French Resistance fighter who now owns a bar in Paris, makes some interesting observations about how a certain Russian has changed since he’s become an U.N.C.L.E. field agent:
“His blue gaze, which was once as warm as the Mediterranean on an August day, now registers arctic temperatures. Change may be the rule in these indifferent times, but the thought that the compassionate, idealistic youth I once knew might no longer exist except as a recurring phantom in my memory is particularly bitter."
Subtle yet heartfelt and poignant, the emotional freight in this piece is carried not in what is said, but what is left unsaid, not by what is shown but by what is implied, and the real punch lies in the blanks left for us to fill in.
“Illya settled into the same seat he always chose, a low armchair placed just so in the darkest corner of the back lounge. Where he can see but not be seen, except by the most discerning of eyes. Alone, always alone, contained by the stark boundaries that isolate him from everyone else.”
Well, not entirely alone as it turns out, but then, you all knew that.
Write more, Irene, write more.
Keeping Faith
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