I'm so happy about how sweet (shoot, we're all writing that, but it's the right word) this story is.
The first time Ray kissed Fraser, it snowed. I've gotta admit, this sentence makes me laugh every time I think of it - it's a resounding *thud* of an antidote to "and we kissed and there were fireworks and trumpets and angels of god singing paeans of joy!" yet it fits Fraser, too, to be noticing the smell of the weather.
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Date: 2008-09-19 03:17 am (UTC)The first time Ray kissed Fraser, it snowed. I've gotta admit, this sentence makes me laugh every time I think of it - it's a resounding *thud* of an antidote to "and we kissed and there were fireworks and trumpets and angels of god singing paeans of joy!" yet it fits Fraser, too, to be noticing the smell of the weather.