[Fic] Oedipus Rex (Kinkmeme post), Watchman
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Since I'm currently obsessed with Watchmen, I figured I'd start compiling my st00f (and, hopefully, actually continuing it this time)
Title: Oedipus Rex
Series: Rorschach's Adventures in Literature (RAiL)
Author: blackish-silver
Summary: Rorschach slammed the book shut and held it at arm’s length, as if trying to distance himself from it. “This, Daniel. Disgusting!”
A/N: The beginning. Possibly of the end.
0~x~0
The sun shone, the early fall weather warming in spite of the breeze. Daniel whistled as he fished for his keys, shuffling a bag of groceries to the other arm while happily noting the continued presence of his lock. Rorschach had been good about using the Nest entrance lately, after he’d pointed out how easily criminals could get in if his house was guarded by splinters.
Rorschach -minus his coat and jacket, vest and shoes- was sitting on the back of the sofa, bent over a leather bound hardcopy.
“Morning, Ror. Didn’t know you were going to be here when I got back, I’d have made waff-“ Dan stopped short; Rorschach’s entire body was vibrating, one gloved hand fisted against his leg. “Rorschach?”
The smaller man’s head snapped up with a growl and the trembling ramped up until the couch shivered with him. “Mi>Filthy!” He finally spat.
“What?”
“Repulsive!”
“Ror, what are you-“
Rorschach slammed the book shut and held it at arm’s length, as if trying to distance himself from it. “This, Daniel. Disgusting!”
Daniel glanced between his furious partner and the old volume.
“Oedipus Rex? What’s wrong with… oh! Oh god, you think…” Dan sighed angrily and set the bag down with more force than was strictly necessary, one hand on his hip, “You think I want to do… those things just because I have a piece of classic literature.”
“Disgusting,” Rorschach repeated.
“Did you even finish it? You’d like the ending, they all die.”
Despite looking slightly mollified, Rorschach’s mask still twisted angrily. “Why would you even have this?”
Dan shrugged. “My parents wanted me to have a broad literary base; anything written by Shakespeare had to be included.”
“Still unclean.” Rorschach glanced towards the empty fireplace.
“No!” Dan grabbed the book away before his partner could ask about matches, “No you don’t. This was a gift.”
Rorschach folded his arms; even though the mask, Dan could feel his glare.
“Just, just relax, okay? It’s a book, Rorschach, it’s not real. And, even if it was, it happened hundreds of years ago.”
“Hundred-year-old filth is still filth, Daniel.”
“Look, I’ll keep it in my room, you won’t ever have to see it-hey!”
Rorschach had snatched the book back, holding it behind him like something radioactive. “In your room?! You sleep there!”
Dan threw up his hands, “For the love of- It’s not going to infect me, calm down.” He lunged for the volume, his hands closing on air as Rorschach sprang to an armchair.
“No. One place for bad reading.” Before Dan could react, his partner was sprinting for the kitchen, for the entrance to the Nest. He swore and stumbled after him, taking the stairs two at a time. Rorschach’s path was marked by torn pages, grabbed by the fistful as he ran.
“Damnit, Rorschach!” Dan ignored the literary remains and chased him around Archie; by the time he caught up, the masked vigilante was trying to stuff Shakespeare’s work down the ship’s flamethrower. “Stop it!” He managed to wrestle the smaller man to the floor and extract the book from certain doom. More than half the pages were gone, the other half smeared with engine grease. Even the cover was ruined, the title and leather scratched to ribbons. “The hell is wrong with you?”
Rorschach glared up at him. “One place for bad reading.” He shifted, clearly uncomfortable with the sitting arrangement. Dan ignored it.
“So when Rorschach the Great Book Critic doesn’t like a piece of writing, what does he do? Why, shove it down the nearest firetrap, of course!” He sighed and laid down to rest against his partner’s shoulder. “I’m guessing you think all of Shakespeare is terrible now?”
Rorschach shivered in disgust, though whether it was for the English playwright or their proximity, Dan didn’t know. He nodded, sitting back up and sliding off the smaller man’s waist.
“Alright, come on.”
Rorschach slowly got to his feet. “Where?”
“To fix your belief of Shakespeare’s perverseness.” He smiled grimly. “I’ll make those waffles you like.”
Rorschach considered the offer, then followed him back up the stairs.
Series: Rorschach's Adventures in Literature (RAiL)
Author: blackish-silver
Summary: Rorschach slammed the book shut and held it at arm’s length, as if trying to distance himself from it. “This, Daniel. Disgusting!”
Since I'm currently obsessed with Watchmen, I figured I'd start compiling my st00f (and, hopefully, actually continuing it this time)
Title: Oedipus Rex
Series: Rorschach's Adventures in Literature (RAiL)
Author: blackish-silver
Summary: Rorschach slammed the book shut and held it at arm’s length, as if trying to distance himself from it. “This, Daniel. Disgusting!”
A/N: The beginning. Possibly of the end.
0~x~0
The sun shone, the early fall weather warming in spite of the breeze. Daniel whistled as he fished for his keys, shuffling a bag of groceries to the other arm while happily noting the continued presence of his lock. Rorschach had been good about using the Nest entrance lately, after he’d pointed out how easily criminals could get in if his house was guarded by splinters.
Rorschach -minus his coat and jacket, vest and shoes- was sitting on the back of the sofa, bent over a leather bound hardcopy.
“Morning, Ror. Didn’t know you were going to be here when I got back, I’d have made waff-“ Dan stopped short; Rorschach’s entire body was vibrating, one gloved hand fisted against his leg. “Rorschach?”
The smaller man’s head snapped up with a growl and the trembling ramped up until the couch shivered with him. “Mi>Filthy!” He finally spat.
“What?”
“Repulsive!”
“Ror, what are you-“
Rorschach slammed the book shut and held it at arm’s length, as if trying to distance himself from it. “This, Daniel. Disgusting!”
Daniel glanced between his furious partner and the old volume.
“Oedipus Rex? What’s wrong with… oh! Oh god, you think…” Dan sighed angrily and set the bag down with more force than was strictly necessary, one hand on his hip, “You think I want to do… those things just because I have a piece of classic literature.”
“Disgusting,” Rorschach repeated.
“Did you even finish it? You’d like the ending, they all die.”
Despite looking slightly mollified, Rorschach’s mask still twisted angrily. “Why would you even have this?”
Dan shrugged. “My parents wanted me to have a broad literary base; anything written by Shakespeare had to be included.”
“Still unclean.” Rorschach glanced towards the empty fireplace.
“No!” Dan grabbed the book away before his partner could ask about matches, “No you don’t. This was a gift.”
Rorschach folded his arms; even though the mask, Dan could feel his glare.
“Just, just relax, okay? It’s a book, Rorschach, it’s not real. And, even if it was, it happened hundreds of years ago.”
“Hundred-year-old filth is still filth, Daniel.”
“Look, I’ll keep it in my room, you won’t ever have to see it-hey!”
Rorschach had snatched the book back, holding it behind him like something radioactive. “In your room?! You sleep there!”
Dan threw up his hands, “For the love of- It’s not going to infect me, calm down.” He lunged for the volume, his hands closing on air as Rorschach sprang to an armchair.
“No. One place for bad reading.” Before Dan could react, his partner was sprinting for the kitchen, for the entrance to the Nest. He swore and stumbled after him, taking the stairs two at a time. Rorschach’s path was marked by torn pages, grabbed by the fistful as he ran.
“Damnit, Rorschach!” Dan ignored the literary remains and chased him around Archie; by the time he caught up, the masked vigilante was trying to stuff Shakespeare’s work down the ship’s flamethrower. “Stop it!” He managed to wrestle the smaller man to the floor and extract the book from certain doom. More than half the pages were gone, the other half smeared with engine grease. Even the cover was ruined, the title and leather scratched to ribbons. “The hell is wrong with you?”
Rorschach glared up at him. “One place for bad reading.” He shifted, clearly uncomfortable with the sitting arrangement. Dan ignored it.
“So when Rorschach the Great Book Critic doesn’t like a piece of writing, what does he do? Why, shove it down the nearest firetrap, of course!” He sighed and laid down to rest against his partner’s shoulder. “I’m guessing you think all of Shakespeare is terrible now?”
Rorschach shivered in disgust, though whether it was for the English playwright or their proximity, Dan didn’t know. He nodded, sitting back up and sliding off the smaller man’s waist.
“Alright, come on.”
Rorschach slowly got to his feet. “Where?”
“To fix your belief of Shakespeare’s perverseness.” He smiled grimly. “I’ll make those waffles you like.”
Rorschach considered the offer, then followed him back up the stairs.
Series: Rorschach's Adventures in Literature (RAiL)
Author: blackish-silver
Summary: Rorschach slammed the book shut and held it at arm’s length, as if trying to distance himself from it. “This, Daniel. Disgusting!”