Watchmen: Moonless Night by Daylilymoon (R)
Title: Moonless Night
Author: daylilymoon
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters/Pairings: Daniel, Rorschach, D/R
Length: ~22,000 words
Spoilers: None, AU.
Why this must be read/seen: "A patrol gone wrong leaves Rorschach blinded and badly injured; he seeks out his old partner and lives through the consequences." With daylilymoon 's poetic prose to steer the way, we get H/C at its best. Without visual cues to guide us through what's happening, we end up with a very introspective narrative, tied together with lush descriptions of sound and touch. It makes for an unexpectedly sensory experience that deserves a slow, careful read so you can soak up every delicate, gorgeously-written moment.
Cello music winds up from downstairs, dark and slow. It echoes through the flimsy floorboards, resonating in wood and tugging at his heart like something out of a dark dream. Seductive.
Downstairs neighbor should be more considerate.
Whether it is a record or whether it is the real thing didn't matter. Judging by the black against the insides of his eyelids, it is still well before sunrise. The few people left in the building who manage to pull themselves away from self-indulgent lifestyles and put in a good day's work would be inconvenienced by these early morning musical preferences. No matter how beautiful.
Maybe he will speak with the man later: mid-thirties, glasses. Perpetually bemused expression.
Doesn't particularly remind him of anyone.
Moonless Night
Author: daylilymoon
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters/Pairings: Daniel, Rorschach, D/R
Length: ~22,000 words
Spoilers: None, AU.
Why this must be read/seen: "A patrol gone wrong leaves Rorschach blinded and badly injured; he seeks out his old partner and lives through the consequences." With daylilymoon 's poetic prose to steer the way, we get H/C at its best. Without visual cues to guide us through what's happening, we end up with a very introspective narrative, tied together with lush descriptions of sound and touch. It makes for an unexpectedly sensory experience that deserves a slow, careful read so you can soak up every delicate, gorgeously-written moment.
Cello music winds up from downstairs, dark and slow. It echoes through the flimsy floorboards, resonating in wood and tugging at his heart like something out of a dark dream. Seductive.
Downstairs neighbor should be more considerate.
Whether it is a record or whether it is the real thing didn't matter. Judging by the black against the insides of his eyelids, it is still well before sunrise. The few people left in the building who manage to pull themselves away from self-indulgent lifestyles and put in a good day's work would be inconvenienced by these early morning musical preferences. No matter how beautiful.
Maybe he will speak with the man later: mid-thirties, glasses. Perpetually bemused expression.
Doesn't particularly remind him of anyone.
Moonless Night