Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 1/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 19 2011, 03:41:20 UTC
(I'm banging this out on my iPad, so this is completely unbeta'd and probably full of mistakes!) ________________________________________________________________
Three girls are clutching hands and the tallest their mother’s skirt as they babble, fingers still sticky from candy corn and floss.
Rapunzel, Marcus thinks, as he glances up at the theater they are leaving, but he doesn’t remember there being a talking horse. He doesn’t recognize any of the films on the billboard.
‘Flynn was so dreamy,’ the tallest girl says and she curls a brown lock of hair around her finger as she gazes in the distance, no doubt seeing images of herself and the Flynn character riding away into a setting sun on the talking horse. ‘He’s my true love
( ... )
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 1/? NC-17 eventually.ladytiferetDecember 19 2011, 03:55:39 UTC
Wow, oh, wow, I expected it to be cracky, but it's deliciously messed up and a bit angsty instead, and Marcus's headspace feels so real! I can feel the effect Esca has on him, the conflict and attraction! Can't wait to read more! :D
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 2/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 19 2011, 05:09:36 UTC
‘Hey yourself,’ the guy says, when Marcus doesn’t speak again. He shifts from one foot to the other, his leather jacket creaking audibly over the murmur in the pub. It brings a trace of a scent to Marcus’s nostrils that rattles the thing in his chest and he feels his eyes flutter closed for a moment. The guy’s eyes widen a little, comically so, as if he finds this whole thing confusing.
‘Do you -’ Marcus clears his throat, goes to put his hand against the wall, next to the guy’s shoulder, but realizes how tacky that would be and thinks the better of it. ‘Do you want to go somewhere else?’ he tries again.
The guy’s mouth slides into a lovely smile, and why, Marcus thinks, why does he have to be a hooker.
Because you wouldn’t be standing here if he wasn’t, a nasty little voice whispers in his head but he ignores it because the guy pushes himself away from the wall
( ... )
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 2/? NC-17 eventually.poziomeczkaDecember 19 2011, 14:19:49 UTC
Oh Esca. Oh my poor bb. Oh. He's so sweet and nervous and BOYISH and Marcus just had to go and BLOW IT. and not the good way.
I love your Marcus as well, how full of loneliness he is and how he pines for Esca, but is stopped by his assumptions every time he wants to reach out for what he wants.
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 1/? NC-17 eventually.poziomeczkaDecember 19 2011, 14:00:03 UTC
GOOD GOD. I adore you, hen, you know how I adore you writing. But this is just. It's epic as usual, those subtle shifts and how beautifully you describe them. Ohhh.
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 3/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 19 2011, 17:31:44 UTC
The gloves are the same colour as the hat and just as worn. Marcus wonders if Esca’s Nan made them too. There’s a bit of wool coming loose by Esca’s thumb and Marcus thinks it must tickle, because thinking anything else right now feels a little bit like the end of the world.
‘You think I’m a whore?’ Esca says again, with a disbelieving laugh and Marcus already knows Esca’s face well enough to anticipate it will hold that wide-eyed confusion as if Esca’s missed out on some joke. Marcus doesn’t say anything, how could he? What could he possibly say to make up for this? He feels the warmth he’d been borrowing from Esca leave his body. Warmth that had swirled around his wrists until it filled his arteries, pumping through his soul, driven by the burning vessel in his chest. Now it feels like the pavement is leeching the warmth from his fingers and Marcus curls them into fists, as if trying to hold on to it for just a little longer
( ... )
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 4/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 19 2011, 19:19:34 UTC
He catches it in his palm and it’s a sign of how devoid of warmth he is, that it doesn’t melt right away. He startles when he looks up, because Esca is standing much closer again. More snow drifts soundlessly to its death. A little like us, Marcus thinks, doomed before given a chance.Only he must have spoken out loud because Esca reaches out and touches the droplet of water in Marcus’s palm and says, ‘Shit, how am i supposed to stay mad after that
( ... )
Re: Fuck the Fiercest Fables, 6/? NC-17 eventually.rufflefeatherDecember 19 2011, 21:51:22 UTC
Their kiss starts by the door. A soft brush of lips parted with snow. It clings to Esca’s lashes and Marcus wants to capture the moment in one of those moving photographs he read about in the books of The Boy Who Lived. He says so, stroking his thumbs beneath Esca’s cheekbones, his hands framing the angles of Esca’s face
( ... )
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Three girls are clutching hands and the tallest their mother’s skirt as they babble, fingers still sticky from candy corn and floss.
Rapunzel, Marcus thinks, as he glances up at the theater they are leaving, but he doesn’t remember there being a talking horse. He doesn’t recognize any of the films on the billboard.
‘Flynn was so dreamy,’ the tallest girl says and she curls a brown lock of hair around her finger as she gazes in the distance, no doubt seeing images of herself and the Flynn character riding away into a setting sun on the talking horse. ‘He’s my true love ( ... )
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Can't wait to read more! :D
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‘Do you -’ Marcus clears his throat, goes to put his hand against the wall, next to the guy’s shoulder, but realizes how tacky that would be and thinks the better of it. ‘Do you want to go somewhere else?’ he tries again.
The guy’s mouth slides into a lovely smile, and why, Marcus thinks, why does he have to be a hooker.
Because you wouldn’t be standing here if he wasn’t, a nasty little voice whispers in his head but he ignores it because the guy pushes himself away from the wall ( ... )
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He's so sweet and nervous and BOYISH and Marcus just had to go and BLOW IT. and not the good way.
I love your Marcus as well, how full of loneliness he is and how he pines for Esca, but is stopped by his assumptions every time he wants to reach out for what he wants.
I LOVE YOU AND I LOVE THIS!
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I adore you, hen, you know how I adore you writing.
But this is just. It's epic as usual, those subtle shifts and how beautifully you describe them. Ohhh.
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‘You think I’m a whore?’ Esca says again, with a disbelieving laugh and Marcus already knows Esca’s face well enough to anticipate it will hold that wide-eyed confusion as if Esca’s missed out on some joke. Marcus doesn’t say anything, how could he? What could he possibly say to make up for this? He feels the warmth he’d been borrowing from Esca leave his body. Warmth that had swirled around his wrists until it filled his arteries, pumping through his soul, driven by the burning vessel in his chest. Now it feels like the pavement is leeching the warmth from his fingers and Marcus curls them into fists, as if trying to hold on to it for just a little longer ( ... )
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