New F/V Story: Smaller Gods (G)

[arrow00]

Title: Smaller Gods
Author: arrow00
Fandom: dS
Pairing: Fraser/RayV
Rating: G
Category: angst
Wordcount: 1,162
Summary: If he takes Clybourn toward the 27th precinct police station he bypasses the intersection where he was thrown from the back of a van and lost his memory. He then doesn't think about how freeing it was, that short time when he wasn't

Comments

[mlyn]

God Arrow, how is it that you get better with every fic? Fraser's overthinking of virtues is so perfectly Fraser-like, and Ray's easy affective both thrilling and saddening after the mysterious night before. But the killer is us knowing that Fraser is going away, and what will happen after that for him and Ray. Beautiful use of a poignant milestone, framing it in such a way to maximize the effect.

[arrow00]

hey, thanks mlyn. I have to say I think that phone call with Ray is one of the most heart-breaking moments in the whole series. "As a friend?" auuugh! Sheer agony.

Fraser blinks, and bends his neck, as if in prayer.

[true_brit]

This...this...is what I miss when you're not writing. Lyricism without extravagance. Never a word out of place, and the pacing is perfection.
"part of him in a deep, soundless mourning that this man-this amazing man who was his father-had been a stranger to him and always would be."
Gah! You spear me with Fraser's stiff-upper-lipped pain, his silent wanting, his unfailing deference to his "smaller gods." The landmarks of Chicago revered by him like Stations of the Cross...
I'm profoundly pleased to have stumbled across this tonight; it hurt so good.
♥
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Re: Fraser blinks, and bends his neck, as if in prayer.

[arrow00]

sweetness! how've you been?

I'm so glad you stumbled on my story: Stations of the Cross was exactly what I was thinking of.
I adore you, missy. Thank you for the lovely note.

[arrow00]

hee, I like the thought of you dizzy, for some reason. :) thanks, sugar cakes.

it really breaks my heart to think of Ray all alone in Vegas. tiny pieces.

[brigantine]

OMG, both of them, woobies! *clutches them both to what there is of my bosom*

Fraser struggling with his desires and his sense of obligations, unsure of what's right, but certain he needs to figure it out, and he huuuuurrts! And poor Ray having to keep in this huge, painful secret, and you know he wants to tell Fraser, to explain.

And then poor Fraser will be stuck with only his duty, but that's not really a relief, is it? I mean, it kind of solves his problem, but not really, because the desire is still there, even if the object of it isn't. Gah. You make me all thinky-thoughty! :)

[arrow00]

for some reason your comment had bosom juxtaposed with Fraser struggling, which just reinforces canon, really. :)

thanks, Brig. no, not really a relief. I should write the sequel, a missing scene from BDtH or something. but I'm afraid my tiny heart would break.

[brynnmck]

*sobs* Arrow, you broke me! It is too early in the morning for me to be broken!

This is so gorgeous, and it hurts so much. This vision of Fraser is so pitch-perfect, poor, lonely, uncertain boy underneath the smooth and assured surface. There's something about the way that Fraser clings so hard to rules and regulations that always breaks my heart, and to see this interior struggle between that and what he wants just kills me (and I know that's not an uncommon theme in dS fic, but you just deal with it so beautifully here, understated, and not a word wasted). And Ray's side of it is painted in the silences, his own struggle, and then the looming shadow of Vegas. And the way you paint their history, that they so clearly love each other... man. *sniffles* Ow! And wow.

[arrow00]

hey sweet pea! thanks much. they *so* love each other. it makes me wince whenever I think of the Leaving. I guess that's why I don't write much F/V--I need to get around that mental obstacle, because they could be so happy before Ray gets called away.