Fill: Dead Men's Fingers 1/?acidqueen31June 28 2011, 19:37:52 UTC
This is probably going to end up being quite long. In case anyone is curious, the title comes from Hamlet, Act 4 Scene 7, where Ophelia's death by drowning is being described to her brother. I thought it fit. Hope you enjoy!The bridge wasn’t very high, but it would do. Anyway, Erik mused as he gazed down at the dark water, all that mattered was that the canal was deep
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Fill: Dead Men's Fingers 1b/?acidqueen31June 28 2011, 19:39:24 UTC
A lot of people think that water is relatively harmless; that falling into it from a great height will create less damage to the human body than falling onto concrete or a similar substance. While there is considerably less splatter involved with a fall into a body of water, that doesn’t mean that it isn’t still dangerous
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Fill: Dead Men's Fingers 2/?acidqueen31June 29 2011, 01:06:54 UTC
Erik sat in the passenger seat of the Dodge 440, wrapped tightly in the heavy blanket the man- Charles, he had introduced himself as Charles- had produced from the trunk. He stared out the window as they drove up the freeway, head still reeling from their dip in the Hudson. They had swam to the shore and lain there, winded, for a good ten minutes before Charles had asked him if he had anywhere to go. He had taken Erik’s long silence as a “no” and somehow managed to talk him into going home with him. Truthfully, Erik couldn’t tell his head from his feet- he was cold, and wet, and in no position to refuse
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Fill: Dead Men's Fingers 2b/?acidqueen31June 29 2011, 01:09:00 UTC
Charles smiled broadly as they turned down a slim country lane. “Well, we’re almost there. The house is just down this road…” He let out a cry of triumph as they rounded a corner. “Ah! Here we are.”
It was a mansion. It was a fucking mansion. Erik gaped at the house out the windshield, the blanket falling completely off him as he leaned forward. “Mein gott“Oh. Yeah, I inherited it from my family.” Charles winced. “I lived in a two room flat back in Oxford, but they insisted I move in here when I came back to the States. My stepbrother didn’t want it, so…” He shrugged. “It’s got a great library, though
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Then one night he saves a suicidal man from drowning and resolves to help him, and nothing is ever quite the same again.
Bonus points if it's still set in the 1960s and deals w/ the issue w/ being homosexual at that time.
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It was a mansion. It was a fucking mansion. Erik gaped at the house out the windshield, the blanket falling completely off him as he leaned forward. “Mein gott“Oh. Yeah, I inherited it from my family.” Charles winced. “I lived in a two room flat back in Oxford, but they insisted I move in here when I came back to the States. My stepbrother didn’t want it, so…” He shrugged. “It’s got a great library, though ( ... )
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So ridiculous and cute. ♥
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Also - great description of Erik point of view.
Can't wait for more :D
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