I. Love. This. So. Much. This is the kind of story that's hard to feedback because it's so perfect; I just want to point and go "Yes! EEE!" after every sentence. So sad and sweet and tense, in all the best ways. And this:
"You know, Benny, Frankie's a young guy. He could live to be ninety. You gonna spend the next 55 years guarding my house?"
Fraser breaks the post-card-Mountie-on-guard-for-thee pose and tugs at his ear. A smile creases his cheek before he remembers the fat lip and smooths his expression out again, so that when he speaks the grim amusement is all in the voice. "Well, no, Ray. I thought that on odd-numbered nights you could stand outside my place."
That's pretty much my entire ship manifesto for them, right there, because that's how they are, loyal and wry and loving and so damn protective of each other, and in everything together, for better and worse.
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Date: 2007-03-22 04:11 am (UTC)"You know, Benny, Frankie's a young guy. He could live to be ninety. You gonna spend the next 55 years guarding my house?"
Fraser breaks the post-card-Mountie-on-guard-for-thee pose and tugs at his ear. A smile creases his cheek before he remembers the fat lip and smooths his expression out again, so that when he speaks the grim amusement is all in the voice. "Well, no, Ray. I thought that on odd-numbered nights you could stand outside my place."
That's pretty much my entire ship manifesto for them, right there, because that's how they are, loyal and wry and loving and so damn protective of each other, and in everything together, for better and worse.
I adored this. Thank you.