[identity profile] eggybread.livejournal.com posting in [community profile] 2minsforslashing
title: Sunday Night And It's Half-Past Eleven
involves: Ty Conklin/Marc-André Fleury
rating: PG-15
disclaimer: uh, it's really not getting dark in Alaska at this time of year. Any other resemblance to real-life remains, as always, strictly coincidental.
notes: Title is adapted from a line of a Bruce Cockburn song. Yes, this is sentimental. And wasn't intended to be metaphoric but ended up as such. I ask for your forgiveness.
word count: 184. Trying to make this any longer involved implications and complications I didn't want right now; may be extended later. I ask for your forgiveness.

Happy Summer.




In this endless Alaskan twilight I wanted to taste you again. Feel you, touch you, and maybe, if you let me hold you all night -- I'd be able to tell you how much you meant to me. The sky right now is always like your smile; you can make your way by it when you shouldn't be able to see.

Damn light; effervescent, ever-present, defying the natural order, disturbing people; taking them outside of routine, away from habit. Refusing to let them sleep, demanding that everybody take notice and respond, simply because it doesn't happen everywhere, all the time...

Persistent, annoyingly intrusive just for the sake of being out of place...

And I want you here, where time's extended, and I'd see you smiling like the whole white night full of brightness.

I think you belong in Alaska at this time of year, Flower. I think you belong in me at any time of year and I think I love you as much as the excesses of a glowing midnight sun after the isolation and surfeit of darkness and misery in winter.


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Date: 2008-06-22 10:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nofaves.livejournal.com
I swear to god, I'm about ready to just tie everyone up and scream at them until they all re-sign

Now THAT'S a crack!fic I'd love to read!

Date: 2008-06-22 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nofaves.livejournal.com
The off-season is too long. Thank goodness for mushy metaphorical fic!

Is it weird I can see the longing in Ty's eyes as he gazes toward the southeast horizon? You paint such beauty.

Date: 2008-06-22 10:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nofaves.livejournal.com
Oh, thanks. ;)

Now I have the "leave Alaska, fly to Pittsburgh and say goodbye to Marc" scene plastered into my subconscious.

Just hope I don't have to write that one.

Date: 2008-06-22 06:43 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] themorningskate.livejournal.com
Poor Conks. I especially like your opening line; very nice. Sets a really great tone.

This is inspiring me to get my butt in gear and finish my Conks/Fleur one shot already, but the draft ate my brain for a couple of days :D

Date: 2008-06-22 03:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jess-the1.livejournal.com
Very beautiful! The imagry that you project is amazing.

Hope Conks dosen't go anywere.

Date: 2008-06-25 02:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dum-spiro19.livejournal.com
Your word choice was amazing, and I loved the images you portrayed. My favorite part was...

The sky right now is always like your smile; you can make your way by it when you shouldn't be able to see.

Marc-Andre's smile is beautiful. Great job!

Date: 2008-06-25 03:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dum-spiro19.livejournal.com
Comments are amazing ♥ I haven't been online for awhile so my comment is a little late ;)

You're welcome!

Haha, it is convenient.

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