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Palmistry by Wintertime (PG)
Fandom: CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION
Pairing: slight allusions to Catherine Willows/Nick Stokes
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
always_winter
Author Website: Follow The Shoe
Why this must be read:
I promised myself that I wasn't going to be a sloth, and would space my recs out appropriately, but Christmas and small people have a way of interfering with good intentions. So I bring you another rec.
Continuing with the dark theme (I'll lighten up before Christmas proper, I promise), I bring you Palmistry by Wintertime. I'm going to nail my colours to the mast and point out that I'm actually a Catherine/Nick shipper, although I'll read anything with Nick in it, so I doubly love this story - it's dark and desperate and there are hints of something building between them.
Mostly, though, this is about Nick. Again it's slightly AU, and this is a Nick that could have been - a Nick who isn't as much of a survivor as the one on the show, showing what could happen if he wasn't quite so resilient as he is, or if the writers had a better grasp of continuity. But above all, this is still a Nick who is believable, and it's easy to see how Wintertime got there.
The story itself is dark and twisted, and the way that Wintertime paints Nick is full of despair but still beautiful. It's an interesting twist, but handled very well and the language used is a joy. I admit to being a complete sucker for beautiful language, and there are lovely little insights that speak of Nick's descent into darkness, without it ever becoming melodramatic or less than believable.
He spends an entire shift thinking about the desert. Flat and featureless, steam-cleaned. He wants to walk in-between the mountains and be scoured clean.
He rubs fingerprint powder between his hands instead and watches black glitter ground itself into his skin. It clings to the thin cliffs and valleys of his palms. He presses his hands against sheaves of paper and leaves behind perfect portraits, two black spheres, tree limb fingers, and moon-shaped tips.
Palmistry
Pairing: slight allusions to Catherine Willows/Nick Stokes
Author on LJ:
always_winterAuthor Website: Follow The Shoe
Why this must be read:
I promised myself that I wasn't going to be a sloth, and would space my recs out appropriately, but Christmas and small people have a way of interfering with good intentions. So I bring you another rec.
Continuing with the dark theme (I'll lighten up before Christmas proper, I promise), I bring you Palmistry by Wintertime. I'm going to nail my colours to the mast and point out that I'm actually a Catherine/Nick shipper, although I'll read anything with Nick in it, so I doubly love this story - it's dark and desperate and there are hints of something building between them.
Mostly, though, this is about Nick. Again it's slightly AU, and this is a Nick that could have been - a Nick who isn't as much of a survivor as the one on the show, showing what could happen if he wasn't quite so resilient as he is, or if the writers had a better grasp of continuity. But above all, this is still a Nick who is believable, and it's easy to see how Wintertime got there.
The story itself is dark and twisted, and the way that Wintertime paints Nick is full of despair but still beautiful. It's an interesting twist, but handled very well and the language used is a joy. I admit to being a complete sucker for beautiful language, and there are lovely little insights that speak of Nick's descent into darkness, without it ever becoming melodramatic or less than believable.
He spends an entire shift thinking about the desert. Flat and featureless, steam-cleaned. He wants to walk in-between the mountains and be scoured clean.
He rubs fingerprint powder between his hands instead and watches black glitter ground itself into his skin. It clings to the thin cliffs and valleys of his palms. He presses his hands against sheaves of paper and leaves behind perfect portraits, two black spheres, tree limb fingers, and moon-shaped tips.
Palmistry