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| As The Snow Falls; Inspired by jsg's dark vignettes. | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 5 2009, 02:27 PM (438 Views) | |
| AzureHorizon | Dec 5 2009, 02:27 PM Post #1 |
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Kish Fic Laureate
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A/N: So, I love winter. I love everything about it. The snow, the cold, the staying-inside-because-you-love-the-warmth, so I felt like writing a Kish story set in winter. However... it is no doubt going to be just as dark as jsg's work, if only because that's what I naturally write. I can't promise it'll be as good technically as his (her?) work, but I'll try! As The Snow Falls Winter brings the storm and cold, unabated, incessant and unyielding. The world seems to pause for just one special moment, just as the first snowflake hits the ground. There is a tranquility that comes with that one action. I used to sit out there and enjoy the cold and snow more than anything else. I remember the first time I made a snow angel-- Oliver. Always interrupting my thoughts, never letting me have peace. Like a war between two countries, erupting all in my mind, soldiers on both sides fighting for control over my sanity. On one side, the soldiers of love and warmth, of safety and support, of encouragement. The part of me trying to keep me whole, the part of me that wants to enjoy watching the snow fall. The other side of me, the soldiers of desolation and misery and destitution, of coping and sanctity, the warriors that fought under the banner of Oliver. Their arrows pierced straight and true, burying themselves in the pressure points; through the leg, through the arms, in various organs, and one last time through my heart. They say that the holidays are meant to bring you closer to someone else. That during these times you have to find solace in another. This holiday season would not provide me such an easy way out. This holiday season is one where I cry myself to sleep every night vis-a-vis having a drunk teddy bear to coddle-- Oliver. I can't even go a paragraph without thinking about him. Without smelling the fresh scent of cologne on him before we'd ravage each other in the bedroom. I can't have a moment's respite without wanting to snuggle between his strong arms, letting the world do whatever it wants so long as it never intends to tear us apart. But that is a fool's dream. Only the ignorant think that the world centers around them. I learned in one very brief moment that the world can take it all away, never to be seen again. Life is evanescent, in all of its facets. All of the faculties, all of the arts, all of the passions, all of that can be taken away at a moment's notice. I saw a man who loved me turn into my worst enemy. I saw a man become a monster. So I sat on the porch and tried to focus on other subjects. The squirrel scurrying its way across the yard, even as the white began to pile up three, four inches or so. The seasons were antagonists to the little guy. The snow had long buried the acorns, and the more he searched, the more I could see how tired the squirrel was getting. I made no move to help it... but I would have, I would have done everything I could... but it was me. The squirrel was me. Searching for something that isn't there. I thought I felt love in those eyes, warmth beyond measure. The pupils that danced to the flamenco guitar play that emanated from my lips, the smiles that erupted from the caustic touches that tore away at his fortifications. Before the war raged on in my heart, I launched a war on Oliver's reluctance. On his reluctance to come out, to love me, to be himself. I took my catapults and fired volleys of acceptance, of support, of love. They hit and they missed, from time to time, but I was able to make him see something in himself. That there is someone inside that is worth fighting for, that there is a gay man underneath the trappings of isolation, hesitation, and fear. That there's someone out there who cares about him. More than anyone else ever would, or ever will. Oliver. The snow raged its war against the world, bringing all life to a stop. I could see the anger, feel the rage, brimming up in me, waiting to explode and take everything down with me. But I stayed my hand. I longed for him, and I still do. Maybe someday things will be different. As the snow falls, I begin to reminisce. And with the reminiscence, the pain returns. As with all things, life is chaos. The only constant is hope. Edited by AzureHorizon, Dec 5 2009, 03:29 PM.
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| rhombus | Dec 5 2009, 02:34 PM Post #2 |
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Let us frankly discuss the mad hot sex we're about to have.
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So desolate. So touching! Poor little squirrel, fighting a losing battle... I love the setting, too. I love pretty much everything about this. That ending, especially. |
| appleridge | Dec 5 2009, 02:35 PM Post #3 |
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Touching & Soulful |
| jsg | Dec 5 2009, 02:36 PM Post #4 |
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Thank you for this, I really enjoyed it. I'm glad you felt inspired by my work :) |
| smuchshypush | Dec 5 2009, 03:18 PM Post #5 |
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Dang, we're getting spoiled with fic this weekend! Really liked this.
Great! Winter stories are always lovely. Your next assignment: a corresponding schmoopy, cuddling-in-front-of-the-fire winter Kish story :grin: Edited by smuchshypush, Dec 5 2009, 03:19 PM.
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| AzureHorizon | Dec 5 2009, 03:26 PM Post #6 |
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Kish Fic Laureate
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Do I have to... ? Okay. I will. Maybe tomorrow or the next day. |
| TimeToFly | Dec 5 2009, 04:16 PM Post #7 |
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James
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Ooh, I loved it!! And the best part is that we get to feel the pain, but we know in our minds that it all turns out fantastically in the end. Very great story here!! :grin: |
| 3395233954 | Dec 5 2009, 05:56 PM Post #8 |
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Zach/8675309
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That was amazing. |
| smuchshypush | Dec 5 2009, 06:37 PM Post #9 |
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!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :crossed: |
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