I Just Can't Get Enough.
Two Eagle recs for today in lieu of me whining about being sick and at work.
eudaimon is writing Marcus/Esca, which delights me to no end. Here's a little gem she wrote called by tomorrow we should know that makes my heart all clenchy:
The truth is this: Marcus is not always sure what to be and when; they have been so many things to each other and all in so short a space of time. They are brothers and friends, owned and owning, and Marcus remembers the thrill of watching Esca throw down that sword in the arena and he can still feel Esca's whole weight leaned against the agony of the knife in his leg. He remembers thinking that Esca would be solid enough to hold onto. He remembers thinking about Odysseus tied to the mast.
It's impossible to know which memories to keep and which to throw away. They hunt boar with long spears and Marcus finds himself watching Esca out of the corner of his eye. On the way back to the farm, he reaches out and grazes Esca's wrist with his fingers. The smile is crooked and it's difficult to know where they are: hill or sickbed or thickly wooded river where they might never find a place to land.
One thing, certain: there is an element of arena in everything they do.
He survives by Esca's grace.
This fandom has so many amazing writers who do the most gorgeous things with language, and she's one of them. Go read it and tell her to never stop writing them.
savvierthanu wrote amnesia fic with The Persistence of Memory and it is beautiful and heartbreaking and bittersweet.
Esca spends several minutes learning the shape of Marcus’ mouth, nipping at it gently and slowly licking it open, before pulling back to look at him. When Marcus’ eyes open again, they’re large and dark and hungry.
“Why did you do that?” he asks, his voice scratchy and unsure, searching Esca’s face with those bottomless eyes.
“What am I to you?” Esca whispers one last time.
Marcus captures his face in his hands, stroking beneath his eyes with his thumbs, tracing the corners of his mouth.
“Everything.”
Esca kisses him again.
I might have teared up multiple times during this story, but you can't prove anything. Anyway, go read it and tell her she's amazing. Because she is and this story is.
Four more days till Toronto!
eudaimon is writing Marcus/Esca, which delights me to no end. Here's a little gem she wrote called by tomorrow we should know that makes my heart all clenchy:
The truth is this: Marcus is not always sure what to be and when; they have been so many things to each other and all in so short a space of time. They are brothers and friends, owned and owning, and Marcus remembers the thrill of watching Esca throw down that sword in the arena and he can still feel Esca's whole weight leaned against the agony of the knife in his leg. He remembers thinking that Esca would be solid enough to hold onto. He remembers thinking about Odysseus tied to the mast.
It's impossible to know which memories to keep and which to throw away. They hunt boar with long spears and Marcus finds himself watching Esca out of the corner of his eye. On the way back to the farm, he reaches out and grazes Esca's wrist with his fingers. The smile is crooked and it's difficult to know where they are: hill or sickbed or thickly wooded river where they might never find a place to land.
One thing, certain: there is an element of arena in everything they do.
He survives by Esca's grace.
This fandom has so many amazing writers who do the most gorgeous things with language, and she's one of them. Go read it and tell her to never stop writing them.
savvierthanu wrote amnesia fic with The Persistence of Memory and it is beautiful and heartbreaking and bittersweet.
Esca spends several minutes learning the shape of Marcus’ mouth, nipping at it gently and slowly licking it open, before pulling back to look at him. When Marcus’ eyes open again, they’re large and dark and hungry.
“Why did you do that?” he asks, his voice scratchy and unsure, searching Esca’s face with those bottomless eyes.
“What am I to you?” Esca whispers one last time.
Marcus captures his face in his hands, stroking beneath his eyes with his thumbs, tracing the corners of his mouth.
“Everything.”
Esca kisses him again.
I might have teared up multiple times during this story, but you can't prove anything. Anyway, go read it and tell her she's amazing. Because she is and this story is.
Four more days till Toronto!