Fandoms: The Band's Visit - Yazbek/Moses
25 Mar 2021
She gives him the address he needs. Nothing more, nothing less. She wants to believe that their knuckles brushing at the tradeoff was some reference to a movie, that their meeting was fated by the lovers she had watched in the living room growing up.
Like the few hours they spent in each other’s company meant as much to him as it meant to her.
Tewfiq keeps his eyes down, she stares at the brim of his hat.
But maybe she’s always just wanted too much for a person in her situation, so she watches the dust settle after the bus leaves.
And then she walks back into her cafe. And then life continues on.
02 Jun 2019
He corners her in his study, pinning her in place with his insufferable civility.
“I must warn you about something.” It angers her that he does not meet her eye, that he speaks to their floor like looking at her will cause him even more shame. “Your behavior, whether it be incidental or not, will inevitably lead to talk that will bring humiliation upon our marriage.” He draws in a shaky breath, still avoiding her eye as he looks for more words to chide her with.
She will not stand for it.
“I am tired, and you are being evasive. Speak plainly if you must speak at all, or else I will end this conversation and go to bed.”
His head shoots up at her words, his eyes cutting into her as he sees that her threat is true. There’s anger there, and she thinks, resentment. It’s thrilling in the most perverse way.
13 Oct 2017
Cassian Andor is gray.
It takes his entire life, and then a life after that should not exist, for him to understand what this means.
"Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief."
-Anne Carson, from "Tragedy: A Curious Art Form"
Sophie had loved Benedict before she knew anything about love. Benedict had loved her before he knew anything at all.
19 Dec 2015
short rey/kylo fic :)
Yusuf snorts, as if to say it’s mutual. But the Italian struggles to sit upright, wincing and swearing, and – Yusuf cannot pretend he does not want to know, not when a creature will always seek out its like, its matched half as the Greek philosopher Plato wrote, and there is nobody else in the world, to the best of his knowledge, like the two of them. He says, “What’s your name?”
There’s a very long pause. He can hear the other man deciding whether to lie. But there is no purpose to it, except for bitterness, and the answer is uttered cold and shortly. “Nicolò.”
(Or: The inevitable backstory.)
27 Feb 2012
The time of Mrs. Darcy's lying-in has arrived.
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12 Oct 2021