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Rec: Lilies To Tread
Story: Lilies To Tread
Author: koslorollo
Rating: Teen
Word count: ~3,800
Author's summary: ...huh, there is none. Um. Prequel to The Trousers War
Characters/pairing: Glitch/DG
Warnings: none
Recced because: They. Are. So. CUTE. Seriously, cutest paring in all of fandom, hands down, don't even argue with me. And koslorollo, bless her, acknowledges that and also infuses DG and Glitch with this wonderful effervescent LIFE that makes me flail, and squee, and cut out construction paper hearts and scrawl "G + DG" on them. In crayon. The prose is pure poetry, every image beautiful and vivid. Here we have a DG who is learning how to be a princess while still holding on to what she can of her friends, and finding her heart claimed by the unlikliest of them all. A Glitch with the strength of conviction to remain true to himself, and in the end true to her as well. A quiet little gem for the most neglected of the major 'ships.
‘Glitch?’
‘Yes?’
‘What happens now?’
‘Now?’ He swivelled, smiling, and suddenly my drawings became connected. I understood the beauty he’d seen had not been in the shape or colour, or in the conclusion of my eye at all. But in the conclusion of his eye. Now the eclipse had gone.
‘Now I start over again. It’s just one giant glitch, princess, from here on out. You are you. I am me. Ambrose is done. Forever and ever, by the grace of the willing suns.’
Author: koslorollo
Rating: Teen
Word count: ~3,800
Author's summary: ...huh, there is none. Um. Prequel to The Trousers War
Characters/pairing: Glitch/DG
Warnings: none
Recced because: They. Are. So. CUTE. Seriously, cutest paring in all of fandom, hands down, don't even argue with me. And koslorollo, bless her, acknowledges that and also infuses DG and Glitch with this wonderful effervescent LIFE that makes me flail, and squee, and cut out construction paper hearts and scrawl "G + DG" on them. In crayon. The prose is pure poetry, every image beautiful and vivid. Here we have a DG who is learning how to be a princess while still holding on to what she can of her friends, and finding her heart claimed by the unlikliest of them all. A Glitch with the strength of conviction to remain true to himself, and in the end true to her as well. A quiet little gem for the most neglected of the major 'ships.
‘Glitch?’
‘Yes?’
‘What happens now?’
‘Now?’ He swivelled, smiling, and suddenly my drawings became connected. I understood the beauty he’d seen had not been in the shape or colour, or in the conclusion of my eye at all. But in the conclusion of his eye. Now the eclipse had gone.
‘Now I start over again. It’s just one giant glitch, princess, from here on out. You are you. I am me. Ambrose is done. Forever and ever, by the grace of the willing suns.’