28 Steps by sweetphaex (G)
Fandom: WATCHMEN
Pairing: Dollar Bill/Mothman
Length: ~700 words
Author on LJ: sweetphaex
Author Website: Their author tag at strapsandstars
Why this must be read:
For me the appeal of the Dollar Bill/Mothman (aka Bill/Byron) pairing is that it can showcase certain aspects of a relationship that aren’t as easy to get in other Watchmen pairings. In this fic it’s the fear and anxiety of trying to approach the person you like, and the disappointment when you can't do it. Byron’s desperation is palpable, and his canon issues with alcohol are worked into this specific situation very effectively. It’s a heartbreaking and touching vision of this minor character.
Since then he couldn't talk to him, or at least he'd tried but his words tripped over each other so much that he just had to stop and leave. Ever since measured his confidence in how many steps he could walk from his office door to Bills.
Some days it was only one or two steps, some days ten. Some days he didn't make it past his own desk, face down with a tumbler of whiskey in hand. The last time he managed to get as far as 22 before turning tail and crawling back to his office. Half a bottle of scotch later he ended up falling asleep there. He'd done this so many times he feared he was starting to wear the carpet down in the hall way.
28 Steps
Pairing: Dollar Bill/Mothman
Length: ~700 words
Author on LJ: sweetphaex
Author Website: Their author tag at strapsandstars
Why this must be read:
For me the appeal of the Dollar Bill/Mothman (aka Bill/Byron) pairing is that it can showcase certain aspects of a relationship that aren’t as easy to get in other Watchmen pairings. In this fic it’s the fear and anxiety of trying to approach the person you like, and the disappointment when you can't do it. Byron’s desperation is palpable, and his canon issues with alcohol are worked into this specific situation very effectively. It’s a heartbreaking and touching vision of this minor character.
Since then he couldn't talk to him, or at least he'd tried but his words tripped over each other so much that he just had to stop and leave. Ever since measured his confidence in how many steps he could walk from his office door to Bills.
Some days it was only one or two steps, some days ten. Some days he didn't make it past his own desk, face down with a tumbler of whiskey in hand. The last time he managed to get as far as 22 before turning tail and crawling back to his office. Half a bottle of scotch later he ended up falling asleep there. He'd done this so many times he feared he was starting to wear the carpet down in the hall way.
28 Steps