Wings of Desire III: Ode to the Western Wind [F/K, G]

[nos4a2no9]

Title: Ode to the Western Wind
Fandom: due South
Pairings: Fraser/RayK
Rating: G
Word Count: 930
Summary: Part three of a five-part series. This ain’t wingfic, kiddos. Just my attempt to fuse the classic Wim Wenders’ film Der Himmel über Berlin with the world of due South.
Author's Notes: Many thanks to my lovely betas vienna_waits and debris_k, who gave me the idea

Comments

[etcetera_cat]

I seem to have missed the first two installements of this. How did I miss that first two installements of this-- the fact that I did makes me sad. But, then again, that means that I got to read all three through in one go, and that is so very much a good thing.

And, um, all my words seem to have melted out my head and puddled on the floor, so this is going to be a fairly dire review as most of me is concerned with being in a corner and saying awww a lot.

Um... feel free to fish around in the puddle and pick out whichever adjectives appeal to you the most, they're all nice ones!

[nos4a2no9]

*retrives bucket, mop and a pair of adjective-tweezers* Thank you! I'll pick and choose :-) I'm really glad you found the story, and that you're liking it so far. It's been tough deciding how to post this since each piece is self-contained but there's a larger story at work. I'm not sure it's the sort of thing that would play well in one sitting - my writerly ticks will be more obvious, as will my tendency to end each section.

Dramatically.

BUT thank you for the feedback, and I hope you'll keep reading. *hugs*

[sam80853]

The sun rises at 6:42 a.m. It sweeps up over the eastern horizon and its music is beautiful. Different than what he hears in the sunset: more joyous, somehow, without the aching shadows of twilight.
This is absolutely beautiful! Gorgeous, really. I can see the sun rising, I hear the sun rising.

Oh, Ray! I desperately hope that it will works out the way he hopes - please, don't break my heart.

[primroseburrows]

The sun rises at 6:42 a.m. It sweeps up over the eastern horizon and its music is beautiful. Different than what he hears in the sunset: more joyous, somehow, without the aching shadows of twilight.

I'm wondering what those shadows will be like for human!Ray. My heart's breaking for him already, even though I'm pretty sure things will be okay, because, well, Fraser.