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best_enemies2011-10-26 04:32 pm
foralllove.livejournal.com) wrote in best_enemies2011-10-26 04:32 pm
Entry tags:
Rec: Lucid Dying
Title: Lucid Dying
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Length: 1,638
Summary: Where do we go when we die?
Rating/warnings: PG-13 (which is far too high)
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
doctor_caduceus
Why this must be read:
Fluffy death fic. There you have it! Really, though, this is beautiful. The imagery plays out like a half-waking dream. Five minutes sitting here and I have no good way of putting what I want to say. Lovely. Read!
Excerpt:
Framed in red grass was his favorite of any face he'd seen, the pointy one with hazelnut eyes and dark hair that stuck up in every direction like the grass he lay in. It was not the face he'd played hide and seek with as a boy, and from the lack of any thick black locks flopping into his own eyes, he was fairly certain that his own face wasn't the same either. The only sounds, besides their voices, were the wind, the rustle of the grass, and the occasional mutter of distant thunder.
Link to the story: Here
Pairing: Ten/Simm!Master
Length: 1,638
Summary: Where do we go when we die?
Rating/warnings: PG-13 (which is far too high)
Author on LJ:
doctor_caduceusWhy this must be read:
Fluffy death fic. There you have it! Really, though, this is beautiful. The imagery plays out like a half-waking dream. Five minutes sitting here and I have no good way of putting what I want to say. Lovely. Read!
Excerpt:
Framed in red grass was his favorite of any face he'd seen, the pointy one with hazelnut eyes and dark hair that stuck up in every direction like the grass he lay in. It was not the face he'd played hide and seek with as a boy, and from the lack of any thick black locks flopping into his own eyes, he was fairly certain that his own face wasn't the same either. The only sounds, besides their voices, were the wind, the rustle of the grass, and the occasional mutter of distant thunder.
Link to the story: Here