Exposures
Title: Exposures
Author: dsudis
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG?
Length: 12k
Why I'm reccing this fic: ok, i'm not sure this counts as tent fic, but it certainly counts as death fic, so there's your warning. in any case, this fic makes me cry every single time. it's sad as hell. but the descriptions of the photographs are perfect moments in time, as easy to see in your head as though you were holding the photo in your hand. you can see all the sparkles on the snow, the stars in the sky, their parkas, the sled dogs. it's all just perfect and tragic and apparently i like to cry.
7.
A close up shot of Fraser and Dief. Fraser's face is flushed, his hair thoroughly mussed and wet, and he is grinning broadly. Dief, his muzzle covered in snow, has his mouth open in what seems to be the lupine equivalent of Fraser's expression. They are cheek to cheek, and it is impossible to tell which way is up.
8.
Kowalski, standing behind the dogsled. His hat has vanished, his hair sticking up in spikes, and he is squinting in the sunlight. The shadows suggest early morning. The sled is fully loaded, and the dogs are all harnessed, everything ready to go. Kowalski looks enormously pleased with himself, and is flashing two thumbs up at the camera.
Exposures
Author: dsudis
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG?
Length: 12k
Why I'm reccing this fic: ok, i'm not sure this counts as tent fic, but it certainly counts as death fic, so there's your warning. in any case, this fic makes me cry every single time. it's sad as hell. but the descriptions of the photographs are perfect moments in time, as easy to see in your head as though you were holding the photo in your hand. you can see all the sparkles on the snow, the stars in the sky, their parkas, the sled dogs. it's all just perfect and tragic and apparently i like to cry.
7.
A close up shot of Fraser and Dief. Fraser's face is flushed, his hair thoroughly mussed and wet, and he is grinning broadly. Dief, his muzzle covered in snow, has his mouth open in what seems to be the lupine equivalent of Fraser's expression. They are cheek to cheek, and it is impossible to tell which way is up.
8.
Kowalski, standing behind the dogsled. His hat has vanished, his hair sticking up in spikes, and he is squinting in the sunlight. The shadows suggest early morning. The sled is fully loaded, and the dogs are all harnessed, everything ready to go. Kowalski looks enormously pleased with himself, and is flashing two thumbs up at the camera.
Exposures