Like Fingerprints Upon the Land (F/K, PG-13)

[nos4a2no9]

Title: Like Fingerprints Upon the Land
Author: nos4a2no9
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2060 words
Author’s Note: Written for the inuvikdotcom challenge, mainly because I cannot bear the shame of sharing a room with the mods at MJ without having posted at least one story for their challenge. Much thanks to debris_k who did an amazing beta job in addition to providing the

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[primroseburrows]

The desperate fumbling of last night hadn’t left room for tenderness, and suddenly this one touch - Ray’s hand on Fraser’s cheek - felt as large and powerful as that Inukshuk standing up against the bearing-down sky. Just a little thing, but it was Ray’s bid for survival, a landmark in a whole world of nothing.

I love that image. Bleak, beautiful story.

I like to think they'll be okay, because after all, they do love each other. *hugs them*

[nos4a2no9]

Awww! *hugs them too* Thank you! Glad the imagery worked, and don't worry about The Boys; they're fine and off having now-fabulous sex in Inuvik!

[bertybertle]

Ooooooh! Tension! I love it. What a great fic - we really got to feel the barren landscape and the immensity of it and how it was just like the conversation they'd never had, weighing them down, making everything wrong. Excellent writing.

[nos4a2no9]

Thank you so much! I'm glad the connection between the weight of the surroundings and the weight of the not-said stuff worked out okay; the pathetic fallacy is my friend. (And I hope to God I'm using that term in the right context; otherwise, my English degree ain't worth spit :-)

[ifreet]

*squeaks and hides from well-written-but-scary fic*

I mentioned the well-written, right? Because it is. The cold empty space is positively tangible - and not just because we're having winter where I live. But I think I needed to be hiding under a blanket as I read, because Ray and Fraser were going so wrong.

And they made their way back to the camp, two tall figures moving against the white snow.
I'm going to make a concerted effort to focus on that image now.

[nos4a2no9]

Oh, don't hide under the blanket! The fic has a happy ending! And, um, I'm glad it was well-written, but I didn't mean to terrify anyone (much). I swear. /evil grin

Love the icon, btw!

[troyswann]

Oh! Oh, oh oh! This is so... wow.

He even managed a half-hearted slouch and a fidget, if only to pretend for a moment that the weight of empty snow and hollow sky weren’t crushing him, grinding him down to bone and flesh and marrow. Ray wasn’t sure what new thing would be forged when the crushing weight of this place lifted, but he doubted it would resemble anything like the former Ray Kowalski. This place - Fraser’s home - had a way of swallowing a person whole unless you were already bigger than it. And Ray felt small, so small. Just a blip on the horizon. *points* That. That's... *points again*

And the whole idea of the Inukshuk, compelling the gaze, like Fraser sitting against the sky, just the way the landscape makes the body in its way... Fraser's shoulders like the slope of land. Oh, and the ice crackling on Ray's gloves.

Really, I'm just pointing and going "wow, look at this. Look!"

:) Wonderful!

[nos4a2no9]

Thank you! I wish I could say it all came together all easy-like, but this thing was an uphill battle. I'm so glad you liked it! Because us Northerns know from snow and ice and bleakness, right? ;-)

[bluebrocade]

Wow. Very powerful.

[nos4a2no9]

Thanks, hon! Glad you liked!