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01 November 2005 @ 07:11 pm
 
I am rarely one with the interactive memes, but this one sounds like it'd be nice to do, maybe get the writing juices flowing again sometime soon, so Ask me what happens after any of my stories, and I'll tell you! Anything but WiPs is up for grabs on this one.

Also, OMG the cat is SO CUTE. I'll just be over here, dangling something filled with catnip in front of her adorable little face.
 
 
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torn between not okay and maybe kind of cutekalpurna on November 2nd, 2005 12:45 am (UTC)
What happens after the ending of "catch my troubled head"? I just read it for the first time today (and totally adored it, btw).
pure FORESHADOWING: big pimpin'nifra_idril on November 2nd, 2005 01:04 am (UTC)
At first, Fraser kept looking at Ray like he expected him to disappear. He'd wake up in the mroning early and just sit there next to Ray until Ray woke up, and then he'd smile, lips soft and sweet, but it wouldn't reach his eyes. They were still dark, watching like he was seeing something that wasn't really there, and when he came home he'd kiss Ray for a long time, knuckles white and clenched around the fabric of Ray's shirt or jacket or whatever he was wearing.

The first month, Ray was kind of like that, too, so he could understand. He'd walk around the cabin, touching things, trying to learn their texture, trying to memorize it because sometimes he felt like it could all just fall away, leave him standing alone in the snow like this whole thing was a big dream.

The second month, though, when Fraser was still watching like he was waiting, still expecting Ray to change his mind and disappear, Ray felt like maybe he should say something, maybe he should do something, make Fraser realize he was there, he was staying, he was going nowhere without Fraser.

Except, it wasn't as easy as saying, "I love you," it wasn't like he could say, "I'm staying" and have Fraser believe it, because he knew Fraser, and more than that, Fraser knew him, and Fraser probably thought this was one of the things Ray did sometimes, got convinced of something and followed it through until he realized it was stupid. But this wasn't like that, this wasn't temporary, this wasn't stupid, this was neccessary.

Ray was out with the dogs, stumbling over and through the snow when he found it, and a couple of phone calls told him pretty quick that the land was for sale, cheap. The cabin was hardly big enough for the two of them and a bed, besides, Ray needed space for all the crap Stella and Frannie was sending up, and the way the light filtered through the trees when the sun was going down was perfect. He could just imagine it on Fraser's sleeping face, coloring him orange and red and warm.

So he bought it, arranged the deed of sale on the wooden table on the kitchen, and waited, smiling, for Fraser to come home.
torn between not okay and maybe kind of cutekalpurna on November 2nd, 2005 02:09 am (UTC)
Ohh, that was lovely! So sweet, and Fraser's all cautious, which feels just perfectly in character to me – he's been burned so badly before. This made me all melty inside. Thank you!