Fic(s) of the week 2

Meant to post this last night, but got distracted by posting a fic of my own.


Beautifully, 'poetically' written fics:

1: She by _cee.
...and a happy home, where, when you get there and isis, on the fifth day.

EDIT: _cee has just told me there is a fourth part: no sins inside the gates

Why read it?: This is the fic that made me decide on this theme. Last week, rather ironically, before all the rumours started. Because yes, this fic is Viggo/Viggo's wife/Orlando. So OFC: which normally would be enough to make me run away screaming. But not here - this is delicious. I love the slow way it unfolds, the way the three stories wind in and out of each other, the sense just sort of falling together out of chronological order. I love the words, how each one fits to make such magical sentences. This is how I wish I could write. It's achy and bittersweet and soft and just generally lovely.

Extract: Orlando said someone else's name when he came, spilling hot against her thigh while the air shivered with brimstone and voltage, and that was all right because she did, too.


2: Bleached by blythely
Viggorli

Why read this fic: Because it conveys a beautiful still moment of reflection. It tells a lot, just through emotion, without feeling the need for much plot. The description is rich and the Viggo is just so Viggo. And it contains one of my favourite lines in a Viggorli fic anywhere - see below.

Extract: Orlando keeps the left watch on L for London time and the right watch on California, or Sydney, or wherever he is. Viggo wonders when the left wrist will be L for Los Angeles and hopes never for Orlando, but soon for him.


3: Fuzzy at the Edges by ladyjackyl. (Edit: her journal is friends only. Fic can also be found here)
Brad Pitt/Garrett Hedlund (one of only two fics of that pairing I've ever read and liked)

Why read this fic: Because it's a gorgeous example of stream-of-consciousness writing. Brad is drunk and his thoughts flutter and try to justify and roll on regardless in a realistic way. And because it's different, because it isn't Orlando or any of the characters I usually rec. And because I'd love to see Ladyjackyl's writing more recognised.

Extract: Garrett's just wearing a sarong. That's what it's called, isn't it? A sarong. It sounds foreign and hits the tongue with a saucy smack. He didn't make that one up, he's pretty sure.


4: Long Shadows by chaosmanor.
Viggorli

Why read this fic?: It isn't one of Elaine's best known fics, nor, if I'm brutally honest, is it one of my favourites. But it has the most perfect ending which makes up for the fact that I'm not so fond of the beginning. It's slow and elegant and teasing. It's vivid, full of photographically exact moments that you can almost feel. And yeah, has one of my favourite endings ever. And a Viggo I can believe in.

Extract: Viggo’s flight left Madrid at sunset and the plane flew west, following the sun. He opened his journal and listed the colours of the sky.

Pearl.
Pewter.
Mauve.
Lilac.
Gray.
Violet.
Indigo.






Right, that's this week. Any suggestions for a theme for next week in the comments please! I have a few, but I'd like to see what you'd like.