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"Wings of Desire", "The Fraser Record"
Title: Wings of Desire
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nos4a2no9
Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 10k
Why I'm reccing this fic: If you haven't read this fusion with Der Himmel über Berlin, do it now. It is spectacular in all the ways the Wim Wenders' film is - stunningly beautiful, moving, uplifting.
Ray loves the man in the red tunic. He returns to him night after night and tells Cassiel what he learns, and his eyes shine with a light that blinds Cassiel.
"He prays," Ray says, and there is something in his voice Cassiel has not heard in a thousand years. "He prays for warmth, for companionship, for love."
"They all pray for that," Cassiel reminds Ray. He sounds as if he's forgotten everything they have learned about the humans. "You've listened to them for centuries. You know this!"
"But he doesn't pray for himself. He prays for others. He prays for them all. And he risks himself every day because he wants so badly to give of himself, for others to give to him. He's beautiful."
"Most of them are, in their own way."
Cassiel's answer does not please Ray. He frowns and studies the city, studies its people as they pass below.
"You've never understood them," Ray says after a moment. "After all this watching, you've never understood. You just feel sorry for them, because they can't know the universe as we do."
"And don't you pity them for their blindness?"
Ray shakes his head. "No. Never. Because we're blind too. We don't know what it's like to touch and taste the world. We can see forever, but we can't feel it. And they can."
"And your Mountie? If all he feels is pain and emptiness, then why--?"
That look again, the one that reminds Cassiel why Ray has always been the better angel. "He makes me want to be one of them, Cassiel. I would give everything to know someone so beautiful. Someone who prays like that deserves an answer."
"You've always been curious about them. But to become one with them is...difficult. Consider this carefully, Ray." Cassiel is thinking of his lost humans of the earth and sky. The world is a very cruel place.
Wings of Desire
Title: The Fraser Record
Author:custardpringle
Pairing: Gen, with possible F/K overtones
Rating: R
Length: 2440, words, plus footnotes
Why I'm reccing this fic: This fusion with 'House of Leaves' is the only piece of fanfiction I've ever read that has truly terrified me. The author makes intriguing use of epistolary genre expectations, formatting, and hot links to further pull you into the scenario. Do not read alone at night unless you genuinely want this story to leave a mark on you.
"Ray. Ray. Ray--"
"What?"
"Lieutenant Welsh is wondering why you haven't been coming to work. Hard as it may be to believe, Ray, people are worried about you."
"Been busy. Fraser, you gotta see this, I found it."
"I'm worried about you. Please, Ray, you have to stop this."
"The house, Fraser. The one in the papers I found in Zantana's trunk. I found the house, Frase, we gotta go check it out."
the strongest points of evidence against Fraser's account is the fact that, in the course of their joint investigation, neither the FBI nor the CPD has been able to uncover any trace of the house in question. Fraser's journal gives the address, quite clearly, as One Ash Tree Lane-- but that address simply does not exist in Chicago, whether in the city proper or in the suburbs. There is an Ash Tree Lane, but the house numbers along it begin at number 328. The next closest possibiity might be Ash Drive, which-- despite its typically suburban name-- is taken up entirely by abandoned factory buildings, and certainly does not lead to any residential structures. Beyond the address, unfortunately, there is very little potentially useful evidence in Fraser's journal; his account is concerned almost entirely with his experiences inside the house, and includes nearly no description of the house's external features, making
The Fraser Record (Excerpts)
Author:
nos4a2no9Pairing: Fraser/Kowalski
Rating: R
Length: 10k
Why I'm reccing this fic: If you haven't read this fusion with Der Himmel über Berlin, do it now. It is spectacular in all the ways the Wim Wenders' film is - stunningly beautiful, moving, uplifting.
Ray loves the man in the red tunic. He returns to him night after night and tells Cassiel what he learns, and his eyes shine with a light that blinds Cassiel.
"He prays," Ray says, and there is something in his voice Cassiel has not heard in a thousand years. "He prays for warmth, for companionship, for love."
"They all pray for that," Cassiel reminds Ray. He sounds as if he's forgotten everything they have learned about the humans. "You've listened to them for centuries. You know this!"
"But he doesn't pray for himself. He prays for others. He prays for them all. And he risks himself every day because he wants so badly to give of himself, for others to give to him. He's beautiful."
"Most of them are, in their own way."
Cassiel's answer does not please Ray. He frowns and studies the city, studies its people as they pass below.
"You've never understood them," Ray says after a moment. "After all this watching, you've never understood. You just feel sorry for them, because they can't know the universe as we do."
"And don't you pity them for their blindness?"
Ray shakes his head. "No. Never. Because we're blind too. We don't know what it's like to touch and taste the world. We can see forever, but we can't feel it. And they can."
"And your Mountie? If all he feels is pain and emptiness, then why--?"
That look again, the one that reminds Cassiel why Ray has always been the better angel. "He makes me want to be one of them, Cassiel. I would give everything to know someone so beautiful. Someone who prays like that deserves an answer."
"You've always been curious about them. But to become one with them is...difficult. Consider this carefully, Ray." Cassiel is thinking of his lost humans of the earth and sky. The world is a very cruel place.
Wings of Desire
Title: The Fraser Record
Author:
custardpringlePairing: Gen, with possible F/K overtones
Rating: R
Length: 2440, words, plus footnotes
Why I'm reccing this fic: This fusion with 'House of Leaves' is the only piece of fanfiction I've ever read that has truly terrified me. The author makes intriguing use of epistolary genre expectations, formatting, and hot links to further pull you into the scenario. Do not read alone at night unless you genuinely want this story to leave a mark on you.
"Ray. Ray. Ray--"
"What?"
"Lieutenant Welsh is wondering why you haven't been coming to work. Hard as it may be to believe, Ray, people are worried about you."
"Been busy. Fraser, you gotta see this, I found it."
"I'm worried about you. Please, Ray, you have to stop this."
"The house, Fraser. The one in the papers I found in Zantana's trunk. I found the house, Frase, we gotta go check it out."
the strongest points of evidence against Fraser's account is the fact that, in the course of their joint investigation, neither the FBI nor the CPD has been able to uncover any trace of the house in question. Fraser's journal gives the address, quite clearly, as One Ash Tree Lane-- but that address simply does not exist in Chicago, whether in the city proper or in the suburbs. There is an Ash Tree Lane, but the house numbers along it begin at number 328. The next closest possibiity might be Ash Drive, which-- despite its typically suburban name-- is taken up entirely by abandoned factory buildings, and certainly does not lead to any residential structures. Beyond the address, unfortunately, there is very little potentially useful evidence in Fraser's journal; his account is concerned almost entirely with his experiences inside the house, and includes nearly no description of the house's external features, making
The Fraser Record (Excerpts)
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2) I have never been able to reread it, nor will I even consider reading the original book. Scared the pants off me!
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{\o/} <---PG arms--and wings :)
(I don't think I've read the second story, and from that description I won't be clicking on it. This is no one's fault; I am sensitive, yo.)
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