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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.
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 02:12 am (UTC)Is it weird I can see the longing in Ty's eyes as he gazes toward the southeast horizon? You paint such beauty.
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Date: 2008-06-22 02:14 am (UTC)(One of the extensions would be Marc - "Winter is where we live, you stupid bastard, and if I see you on another team next year I'll punch you in the face!" Or maybe that's just me.)
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Date: 2008-06-22 02:22 am (UTC)Further outtakes:
(Darkness starts closing in again after this time of year. I want you with me here because I don't want to leave, come down, and let you go.) But it's conveniently not July 1st yet.
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Date: 2008-06-22 02:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-22 06:43 am (UTC)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
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Date: 2008-06-22 10:17 am (UTC)Now THAT'S a crack!fic I'd love to read!
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Date: 2008-06-22 10:25 am (UTC)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.
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Date: 2008-06-22 03:02 pm (UTC)Hope Conks dosen't go anywere.
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Date: 2008-06-22 06:11 pm (UTC)/snark
If he doesn't have a choice about what happens, then yes, poor Conks. If he DOES and he's not here, my response is above. XD
I still want to see what you come up with. ;)
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Date: 2008-06-22 06:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-06-25 02:06 am (UTC)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!
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Date: 2008-06-25 02:37 am (UTC)Thanks, I liked that line myself. ^_^ Sometimes my brain is good to me.
MAF's smile is...well most of the stuff up there can apply to MAF smiling. Or to irrational sunlight. Or to being in love.
Convenient, isn't it. ;)
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Date: 2008-06-25 03:16 am (UTC)You're welcome!
Haha, it is convenient.