Thanks so much to whoever wrote this! I have no idea who it was, I've always been awful at guessing this sort of thing -- maybe someone else has an idea? LOL!
I really enjoyed reading this, though. The characterizations were very well done, the way the Rings personas touched the actors' attitudes and behaviors just a bit, just enough, like a gentle slope that subtly encourages you to angle your direction a little toward one side instead of another but doesn't completely warp or block your original path. Especially Andy, hovering outside the central group and watching; and Brad, envying what others have, trying to get it for himself and failing. Even more than the descriptions of what Viggo and Karl and Orlando had done in later years and how they related to each other and the relation to how their characters had interacted, which were well done and believable, the followers and secondary characters watching and wanting -- although again, not too much, nothing ridiculously excessive -- were what really struck me here.
This was a lovely exploration of character and I enjoyed it very much. Thanks again and hugz. :D
Dom blinks again and spills a secret he can't hold anymore, spills it like a forgotten beer across the table and doesn't stop until Billy shows up beside them, his eyes reading everything between Dominic's and Elijah's.
Caught my eye, and never let go. I can see it, smell the secret like the beer spilled on the table, that warm grainy scent that tells everything about the summer's harvest that's now hidden in the beer's fermentation, just like everything from the time before has spilled out before Elijah now, and Billy can smell it, in what hangs in the air between them.
Lucky person who got this written for them.
Dominic flirts with anything that moves, Viggo knows, but only for Billy does Dominic stop moving himself.
Viggo will be alright, too, but less so; there's rarely benefit to being party to a catharsis when it's not your own.
As if the story itself weren't just lovely, those two moments... so honest. Simple, honest. Lovely. Wee-woven tale.
To the writer of my slashababy fic: Thank you! I started grinning at the story description, and I don't think I stopped throughout. I have no idea who wrote this, but it was definitely someone with a fabulous imagination! :-) Over-the-top crack always hits the spot, so thanks again!