Title: Wind at Dawn (Noble Things)
Artist name:
tringic Pairing: Pinto
Genre: angst, h/c, romance, AU
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~47,000
Warnings/Spoilers: Highlight to reveal. War. Death- dead bodies, shooting, etc. Blood. Religion. French. Latin. Suicide-minor character. infant death- minor character. homophobia. MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. Really,
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I can't even tell you how much I love this story (also I'm gonna rec the shit out of this one at my journal, if that's okay lol).
Zach's journal entries are so beautiful, and Chris' thoughts on him too, and all the little details are perfect and amazing.
And the aaaangst! I bet Zach thought he'd "made" Chris gay, but Chris cleared that up real soon, yeah. And Zach still religious, and worrying, and so much in love is brilliant. Very convincing, too. And I love that Chris is way more relaxed and not so hesitant about it - it's not often in this fandom that Zach is not the "I'm gay and I'm comfortable with it" kinda guy and Chris not the worrying angsting one.
Oh, and although I like me some hot sex (;-P) I was kinda like meh okay blowjob, but now more plot please lolol.
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yeah. i didn't actually mean to turn the tables on them like that; i was just conceiving of zach as being the future-looking guy and chris as the in-the-moment guy, which is kind of head canon for me. but, given the time period, it made zach a lot angstier in some ways.
LOL. ok, i'm gonna take that as a compliment to my plot, not a dis to my sex scenes. ;) lolol.
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Your head-canon totally works and angsty fics are awesome and angsty Zach is awesoe, and Chris is awesome and this story is awesome! ;-P
And aww, poor bb! Your sex is totally hot and stuff, but I love the plot so much and it distracted me from that lolol! No dissing though, promise! ;-P
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no, plots are a lot harder to come up with than sex. please, be more in love with the plot. ;)
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Because-
The pile of feathers on the table is growing as Chris pulls them from the skin of the small grouse he’d shot that morning. The smell of the boiled carcass is just this side of revolting, but it loosens the feathers enough to pluck them relatively easily, so he just tries to remember to turn his head before he breathes.
that vividly brought the scent rushing back to me, to the point that I was on the verge of gagging.
I feel like I'm there with them in that kitchen. It's so sharp in my mind. I feel like I can even hear the sound of Zach's knife cutting into the potato. It's a combination of your visual descriptions or the context of the moment leaving me rapt.
Zachary and his old soul. He just carries too much weight around. I love that Chris manages to free him sometimes.
The sun is warm on Chris’ face, the heat making him sleepy as his stomach begins to digest his lunch, so he lays back in the long grass and closes his eyes.What a beautiful, BEAUTIFUL ( ... )
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yes, i did, well, not quite live on a "farm". we didn't keep animals, but we had a several acre garden way out in the sticks. my grandparents and my uncle and my cousins all farmed, and lived nearby though, so yes, i qualify as a farm kid, for sure, carcass plucking included. and yes, no one who hasn't done it knows exactly how repulsive hot wet bird is... LOL. but sorry to gag you!
i often wonder how much of the little pieces of my writing fall by the wayside. you're onto me- i much prefer the show to the tell; i have a hard time with dialogue, but adore description. so it's really really rewarding to hear you catching all the little bits i've stuck in there. :)
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