anders/duck, rescue, pggigglemonsterOctober 7 2008, 00:29:13 UTC
umm un-beta'd so all of spelling and grammatical errors (of which i'm sure there are many) are mine and mine alone :)
There are fleeting moments when things don’t seem so bad; times when he can just forget and breathe without the hollow ache in his chest. There are safe places where he doesn’t have to be alone with thoughts that leave him raw and empty inside.
The pyramid court is safe. He lets his body move on instinct and memory alone. The air is cold in his lungs and there's mud caked on his boots and streaked along his cheeks. He welcomes the sweat and the exhaustion. It’s an outlet for sadness that would otherwise overflow within him.
Sam is even safer. His hands are rough and strong and Duck can feel the warmth seep through his veins and into his bones whenever Sam touches him. His lips are soft when Duck kisses him, slow and deep and sure until all he knows is SamInside his tent everything is dark, quiet and still. Sam is a solid presence behind him; his breath is damp on the back of his neck and his arm is heavy across
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Re: anders/duck, rescue, pgcricketsOctober 7 2008, 01:46:08 UTC
Aw, this is so totally adorable and sweet. I can't not love these guys. For some reason I love the imagery of the mud caked on his boots. *hugs this fic to death*
Re: anders/duck, rescue, pgdazzlebugOctober 7 2008, 03:14:19 UTC
Aww Dayl! You know I have to read like ANYTHING you write because you have such a beautiful way of weaving words together, and this is no different. I especially love that very last line--it says a lot about how much Sam does for and mean to Duck in so few words. I'm with KC, I wanna give this fic a biiiiiiiiiig hug!
Re: anders/duck, rescue, pgmillariOctober 22 2008, 06:50:07 UTC
Wow, this is beautiful. It's almost a poem, the way it flows.
I love the first three paragraphs. They are perfection. And then, I really was struck by how the whole rhythm seems to stop and start again with "inside his tent..." It's really arresting.
There are fleeting moments when things don’t seem so bad; times when he can just forget and breathe without the hollow ache in his chest. There are safe places where he doesn’t have to be alone with thoughts that leave him raw and empty inside.
The pyramid court is safe. He lets his body move on instinct and memory alone. The air is cold in his lungs and there's mud caked on his boots and streaked along his cheeks. He welcomes the sweat and the exhaustion. It’s an outlet for sadness that would otherwise overflow within him.
Sam is even safer. His hands are rough and strong and Duck can feel the warmth seep through his veins and into his bones whenever Sam touches him. His lips are soft when Duck kisses him, slow and deep and sure until all he knows is SamInside his tent everything is dark, quiet and still. Sam is a solid presence behind him; his breath is damp on the back of his neck and his arm is heavy across ( ... )
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And thank you! :D
And trust me, the fic would hug you back if it had arms lol
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I'm so glad the emotion came across, that makes me very happy to hear!
*hugs for everyone*!
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Great work!
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Yay slashathon!
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I love the first three paragraphs. They are perfection. And then, I really was struck by how the whole rhythm seems to stop and start again with "inside his tent..." It's really arresting.
Great job in such a small space. Inspiring.
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