Watchmen: Playing a Poor Hand Well by Steals Thyme (R)
Title: Playing a Poor Hand Well
Author: steals_thyme (fic journal)
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters/Pairings: Dan, Rorschach, Dan/Rorschach
Length: ~21,000 words
Warnings: Lots and lots of unf-inducing UST (just sayin')
Spoilers: None
Why this must be read/seen: Daniel has been running into some financial troubles lately, and with his home on the verge of foreclosure, has to go live with Rorschach. Set during the height of the Nite Owl-Rorschach partnership, this fic is centered around the tense, growing relationship between the two leads. The slow buildup to romance is fantastic; this shouldn't be a surprise to anybody who's read any of steals_thyme's other fics, which are gloriously hot and in-character. This, however, is a masterpiece of D/R right here-- the multiple plotlines, characterization, interactions, all of it is A+ work. Daniel and Rorschach flirt-- yes, flirt-- banter, argue, fight, and lust after each other here in a New York that comes alive as much as the characters do. The premise is simple, but the execution is flawless. If you're skeptical of or new to Dan/Rorschach, this is the fic to read.
Excerpt:
Dan Dreiberg empties the dregs of his third cup of coffee and pours himself a fourth, washes the spoon, dries it and puts it in the cutlery drawer. Wipes down the counter. Folds the dishcloth. Tries to find something else to stall with, but his kitchen is spotless.
He sighs, and slowly sits down to survey the evidence of his ruin.
He's in trouble, and for once it's not something that punching a criminal can solve. He's got paperwork fanned out across his table, a sea of bank statements and bills with angry red print and bold lettering; months of neglected warnings. He'd left his unopened mail to accumulate, since it had seemed so trivial in the grand scheme of things - and he was rich, after all. Everything had always taken care of itself.
It seems that his funds had been dwindling for a while, and Archie's latest overhauls had drained the very last of his resources.
Stupid, he thinks. Stupid naïve boy. Head in the clouds, pissing your money away without a care in the world.
Playing a Poor Hand Well
Author: steals_thyme (fic journal)
Fandom: Watchmen
Characters/Pairings: Dan, Rorschach, Dan/Rorschach
Length: ~21,000 words
Warnings: Lots and lots of unf-inducing UST (just sayin')
Spoilers: None
Why this must be read/seen: Daniel has been running into some financial troubles lately, and with his home on the verge of foreclosure, has to go live with Rorschach. Set during the height of the Nite Owl-Rorschach partnership, this fic is centered around the tense, growing relationship between the two leads. The slow buildup to romance is fantastic; this shouldn't be a surprise to anybody who's read any of steals_thyme's other fics, which are gloriously hot and in-character. This, however, is a masterpiece of D/R right here-- the multiple plotlines, characterization, interactions, all of it is A+ work. Daniel and Rorschach flirt-- yes, flirt-- banter, argue, fight, and lust after each other here in a New York that comes alive as much as the characters do. The premise is simple, but the execution is flawless. If you're skeptical of or new to Dan/Rorschach, this is the fic to read.
Excerpt:
Dan Dreiberg empties the dregs of his third cup of coffee and pours himself a fourth, washes the spoon, dries it and puts it in the cutlery drawer. Wipes down the counter. Folds the dishcloth. Tries to find something else to stall with, but his kitchen is spotless.
He sighs, and slowly sits down to survey the evidence of his ruin.
He's in trouble, and for once it's not something that punching a criminal can solve. He's got paperwork fanned out across his table, a sea of bank statements and bills with angry red print and bold lettering; months of neglected warnings. He'd left his unopened mail to accumulate, since it had seemed so trivial in the grand scheme of things - and he was rich, after all. Everything had always taken care of itself.
It seems that his funds had been dwindling for a while, and Archie's latest overhauls had drained the very last of his resources.
Stupid, he thinks. Stupid naïve boy. Head in the clouds, pissing your money away without a care in the world.
Playing a Poor Hand Well