Insta-rec: 736 kilometers (457 miles)
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ds_recsreduxTitle: 736 kilometers (457 miles)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
izzybeth
Pairing Ray/Ray
Rating: R
Length medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: This was just posted to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
inuvikdotcom, and it's been haunting me since I read it this morning. I LOVED it. So, I'm using my insta-rec and it also fits the challenge, so YAY. I love the dialogue in this (which I am inherently jealous of) and how perfectly she captured them. How I could totally see this happening. And how I TOTALLY didn't read my own F/K/V-ness into the end at all. Go! Read! Enjoy!
The pines are silhouetted against the sky, mere tree-shaped blackness where the stars aren't. The stars themselves crowd thick in the rich blue-black of the sky, as if every one in the galaxy must fit within the boundaries of the horizon, and there simply isn't enough room. There is no moon, but it would only overpower the delicate, perfect starlight. It's barely enough to illuminate the campsite, the SUV, Kowalski’s face.
Vecchio points. "Shooting star."
Kowalski shakes his head. "Look how slow it is. It's probably a satellite."
"You can see satellites from the ground?"
"Check it out."
Kowalski's head is bent so far backward that Vecchio is sure he's going to just fall and break his skull and he won't even care because look. So he moves to stand behind Kowalski, and puts his hands on Kowalski's shoulders. Just in case.
"Been way too long since I've seen that." Kowalski leans into Vecchio's hands like it's the most normal thing in the world. And maybe it is, Vecchio thinks.
736 kilometers (457 miles)
Author:
izzybethPairing Ray/Ray
Rating: R
Length medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: This was just posted to
inuvikdotcom, and it's been haunting me since I read it this morning. I LOVED it. So, I'm using my insta-rec and it also fits the challenge, so YAY. I love the dialogue in this (which I am inherently jealous of) and how perfectly she captured them. How I could totally see this happening. And how I TOTALLY didn't read my own F/K/V-ness into the end at all. Go! Read! Enjoy!The pines are silhouetted against the sky, mere tree-shaped blackness where the stars aren't. The stars themselves crowd thick in the rich blue-black of the sky, as if every one in the galaxy must fit within the boundaries of the horizon, and there simply isn't enough room. There is no moon, but it would only overpower the delicate, perfect starlight. It's barely enough to illuminate the campsite, the SUV, Kowalski’s face.
Vecchio points. "Shooting star."
Kowalski shakes his head. "Look how slow it is. It's probably a satellite."
"You can see satellites from the ground?"
"Check it out."
Kowalski's head is bent so far backward that Vecchio is sure he's going to just fall and break his skull and he won't even care because look. So he moves to stand behind Kowalski, and puts his hands on Kowalski's shoulders. Just in case.
"Been way too long since I've seen that." Kowalski leans into Vecchio's hands like it's the most normal thing in the world. And maybe it is, Vecchio thinks.
736 kilometers (457 miles)
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Date: 2006-10-30 02:03 am (UTC)