this fic is brought to you by the word "lucifugous"aubade_saudadeMay 27 2010, 01:30:46 UTC
i think this is the first time i've read a fic where Dean is the one who instigates. \o/
so many beautiful passages here. loved it.
a few because i don't want to quote everything:
The sun's just as high as it was when he closed his eyes an hour ago; it cuts sharply through the windshield, singes across the dash. The rest of the world hasn't changed, either; it's still that dusty road, that scrubbed brown wasteland, small resilient trees clawing across the flat burnt cut of land, and the angle of the sun tinging blood orange the mountains at horizonfall. It's either hell or Arizona, Sam decides, and it's probably Arizona.
Justice would have been a bullet in his head, but it was long too late for that, and that wasn't their job, anyway; instead what passed for justice was burning brittle bones beneath that cruel desert sun and the way the smoke curled lucifugous across Dean's eyes.
For a moment, Dean's trapped between Sam and the opened car door, and Sam seizes the opportunity, stretches an arm out, fingers brushing the metal of the doorframe, temporarily confining Dean to a triangle of desert road, bound by the Impala and Sam. Which in some ways, Sam thinks, is only a literal manifestation of the concepts that bind Dean's life and in doing so, define him, but it's far too hot for metaphor and psychoanalysis.
So he gets a hand in Dean's shirt and pulls him close, reels him in and kisses him, and when Dean's knee brushes the front of his jeans, he thinks he might die, and how strange would that be, when only this morning he'd never have thought he'd die like this, that he'd be vulnerable to anything like it. But Dean's always been his weak spot, his vulnerability, defying rationalization, so maybe it's not a surprise after all, and when Dean works his hand down into Sam's boxers, Sam has to bite his tongue, and when Dean lowers his head, Sam thinks his heart might actually stop beating.
there's a certain quality to your fics. they're very quiet and passionate at the same time. lovely. <3
so many beautiful passages here. loved it.
a few because i don't want to quote everything:
The sun's just as high as it was when he closed his eyes an hour ago; it cuts sharply through the windshield, singes across the dash. The rest of the world hasn't changed, either; it's still that dusty road, that scrubbed brown wasteland, small resilient trees clawing across the flat burnt cut of land, and the angle of the sun tinging blood orange the mountains at horizonfall. It's either hell or Arizona, Sam decides, and it's probably Arizona.
Justice would have been a bullet in his head, but it was long too late for that, and that wasn't their job, anyway; instead what passed for justice was burning brittle bones beneath that cruel desert sun and the way the smoke curled lucifugous across Dean's eyes.
For a moment, Dean's trapped between Sam and the opened car door, and Sam seizes the opportunity, stretches an arm out, fingers brushing the metal of the doorframe, temporarily confining Dean to a triangle of desert road, bound by the Impala and Sam. Which in some ways, Sam thinks, is only a literal manifestation of the concepts that bind Dean's life and in doing so, define him, but it's far too hot for metaphor and psychoanalysis.
So he gets a hand in Dean's shirt and pulls him close, reels him in and kisses him, and when Dean's knee brushes the front of his jeans, he thinks he might die, and how strange would that be, when only this morning he'd never have thought he'd die like this, that he'd be vulnerable to anything like it. But Dean's always been his weak spot, his vulnerability, defying rationalization, so maybe it's not a surprise after all, and when Dean works his hand down into Sam's boxers, Sam has to bite his tongue, and when Dean lowers his head, Sam thinks his heart might actually stop beating.
there's a certain quality to your fics. they're very quiet and passionate at the same time. lovely. <3
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there's a certain quality to your fics. they're very quiet and passionate at the same time.
What a beautiful idea -- thank you so much for this, and for all of your other kind words. I'm so glad that you enjoyed this one!
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