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06 February 2007 @ 11:37 am
Like Fingerprints Upon the Land (F/K, PG-13)  
Title: Like Fingerprints Upon the Land
Author: nos4a2no9
Pairing: F/K
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2060 words
Author’s Note: Written for the inuvikdotcom challenge, mainly because I cannot bear the shame of sharing a room with the mods at MJ without having posted at least one story for their challenge. Much thanks to debris_k who did an amazing beta job in addition to providing the title and some great info on the Inukshuk. Even though I'm a "Canadian" from "[Northern] Canada" and should know this stuff already :-)


81. Inuvik’s Inukshuk A traditional symbol of Inuit culture, the inukshuk was used as a landmark and navigation aid. The statue represents the form of a human with outstretched arms and is known as a symbol of hospitality and friendship in the north. Located at the corner of Mackenzie Road and Distributor St.

Ray woke slowly, squinting and rubbing his eyes in the weird blue light of pre-dawn that filtered through the nylon walls of the tent. Everything was quiet and cold and still, and Ray glanced around to confirm what his body already knew. The sleeping bag next to his own was empty. It probably had been for a long time.

He was alone.

The feeling of aloneness intensified as he struggled into his many layers. Soon he felt suffocated in fleece and nylon, a thick, unwieldy version of himself. Before finally crawling out of the tent he donned his knit cap, two pairs of mittens and his scarf; all that remained of Ray Kowalski were a pair of blue eyes peering over the high collar of his parka.

The chill of the tent seemed positively sauna-like compared to the sharp bite of the arctic wind outside. Ray’s cheeks and nose were flash-frozen; he reminded himself to check any exposed skin for signs of frostbite.

The dogs were already stirring, burrowing out of the snow in a burst of white powder and offering friendly “Good morning” yips to Ray. He set to work staking and feeding the team, pausing for a moment to stare at the empty last stake usually reserved for Diefenbaker.

Ray shook himself and moved on down the line. The furball wouldn’t stay away long, not when breakfast was on the line.

Once the dogs were fed Ray started the little kerosene burner that doubled as camp stove and space heater. He played with the gas knob on the side, watching the pale blue flame grow and shrink back down to almost nothing. Once he’d set a pot of snow to melt down for tea and provide water for a freeze-dried breakfast of powdered eggs Ray sat back on his haunches and finally allowed himself to scan the horizon.

False dawn was giving way to a frozen sunrise of gold and pink light far to the east. As soon as the sun was up, he’d need to wear his sunglasses. The light would be blinding when the sun reflected off thousands of miles of snowy tundra. But for now, in between the blackness of night and the pale dawn, he could take a long look at the landscape without anything in between.

Not that there was much to see: an occasional hill of snow would swell up in the distance, receding back to join the rest of the flat, featureless landscape. Travelling for so long in a place devoid of any natural landmarks had been disorienting at first; later, any slight change in the configuration of rocks and snow and sky seemed overwhelming, almost disorienting.

Two days ago, they’d passed an Inukshuk and it had seemed enormous: the pile of rocks seemed to fill up the whole world and Ray hadn’t been able to look at anything else as long as the Inukshuk was in view. He’d craned his head to stare back at it long after the sled had passed it by.

But there was another figure on the landscape now, just a few kilometers off in the snow. Ray deliberately turned his head, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to look away for very long. His eyes would be drawn there again and again because it was the only thing to see in the miles and miles of white nothing.

The snow he’d set to melt was warm, clear water now, steaming away in the freezing air. Ray made sure the dogs had enough to drink before settling down on a campstool with a hot mug of tea. It felt warm cupped against his layers of mittens but in only a few minutes the condensation from the steam would coat his outer glove in a faint layer of ice. His hand would crack when he flexed his fingers.

Ray checked over his shoulder. The figure far off in the ice field hadn’t moved. The sun was well above the horizon now, so Ray could make out the ramrod-straight set of the man’s shoulders and the faint outline of the impractical Stetson he’d worn for the last month and a half.

Something nudged his elbow and Ray glanced down to meet Dief’s worried eyes.

“Yeah, I know,” he said, scratching behind Dief’s perked-forward ears. “I’ll go get him soon.”

This promise seemed to appease the wolf. He grunted and returned to the other dogs, who growled and then went back to their breakfasts of kibble and snow-water. Ray knew the team was eager to break camp and continue the long journey south to Norman Wells. Fraser had said they might reach it in a week’s time, less if the weather behaved itself and they didn’t run into a blizzard or a rapid temperature drop. Ray had been hoping to see a storm cloud heavy with snow appear on the horizon; instead the day looked clear and fine like all the others.

Finally he couldn’t stand it any longer. Ray stepped into Fraser’s heavy old-fashioned snowshoes and called for Dief. They set out together towards the stiff figure in the snow, man and dog small against the white landscape that surrounded them.

Fifteen minutes of snowshoeing brought him parallel to the man who had sat alone for so long to watch the sun rise.

“Hey,” Ray said. His voice seemed to echo in the emptiness. He sat down next to Fraser, wincing a little as he lowered himself down to the hard-packed snow.

Fraser did not turn to look at Ray. There might have been a flicker of movement in his eyes, and perhaps the single stolen glance told him everything he needed to know.

“I’m sorry,” Fraser whispered. That sound too seemed to echo.

Ray shrugged and stared at his feet. They looked tiny against the wood and leather snowshoe frame. “Doesn’t hurt, Frase. Not like you’d expect.”

Fraser’s head seemed to dip a little and he kept his eyes on the clear, cloudless sky and the white hills rolling away to nothing.

“You didn’t hurt me, Fraser,” Ray repeated, angry now. Why did Fraser always have to–

Again the other man’s head dipped, his shoulders dropping low and rolling away from his neck like the snow hills did as they were shaped and moved by the wind. Far above the two men arctic terns wheeled in slow, deliberate circles. Everyone and everything seemed to be holding its breath. But what could happen in this nothing world, so removed from the sound and fury of life?

Ray frowned and rubbed at his neck. There was a mark there, a passion bruise, dark against Ray’s golden skin. It was neatly concealed by the collar of Ray’s parka and his scarf, and it was shaped like Fraser’s mouth.

“How long are we gonna sit?” Ray asked, something of his former crackle-and-pop energy returning to his voice. He even managed a half-hearted slouch and a fidget, if only to pretend for a moment that the weight of empty snow and hollow sky weren’t crushing him, grinding him down to bone and flesh and marrow. Ray wasn’t sure what new thing would be forged when the crushing weight of this place lifted, but he doubted it would resemble anything like the former Ray Kowalski. This place – Fraser’s home – had a way of swallowing a person whole unless you were already bigger than it. And Ray felt small, so small. Just a blip on the horizon.

The wind picked up and its sharpness stung the exposed cheeks of both men. Ray’s eyes felt wet and hard.

“You’ll be home soon,” Fraser said, his voice not even trying to fight the quiet that surrounded them.

“Yeah, right. Less than a week. If the weather holds.”


“Do not.” Ray reached out to put his hand over Fraser’s mouth. But it was just synthetic wool against fur-trimmed muffler and too many other layers in between. “Do not apologize to me. If you say you’re sorry one more time I’ll–”

But he couldn’t think of a single thing worse than what had already happened and what was going to happen next. So Ray dropped his hand and made a fist. The ice that had formed over his glove crackled.

“Just don’t say you’re sorry.”

The wind made his eyes burn with cold; it was the wind that made his eyes water and a single trail of moisture slip out and down his cheek.

“Why didn’t you move?” Fraser asked, so quiet that Ray almost didn’t hear him over the silence. “If you had moved perhaps–”

“What?” Ray whipped his head around. “You think it was my fault that–”

“No, of course not. The fault was mine. Mine entirely.” And Fraser certainly sounded like he believed it. But Ray knew it wasn’t true. They had – Christ, they’d gone after each other like wild animals, barring their teeth and rutting against each other so hard Ray thought there’d be blood. They’d just been wound too tight, need and longing packed up and carried two years and two thousand miles from Chicago to a snowfield in the Territories, and all that time and movement had created a pressure cooker. They’d boiled over, that was all. And it’d been fine, hard and hot and dangerous and so damn much after all the empty nights and then…

It hadn't been bad. Not exactly. Just too fast and desperate and Ray had asked and Fraser had spit on his hand but... but neither of them had known what to do. So Ray had swallowed the urge to buck with his hips or twist or do anything that might make it better because he didn’t know and Fraser had thrust blindly, helplessly, clumsily, and it had taken forever and..And it had hurt, which was something Ray hadn’t expected. It had hurt so much, but he’d meant what he’d said before. It had hurt, but not in the way Fraser thought.

It was the nothing. Miles of it, deep and wide as the Arctic itself. Maybe in a week Ray would be back in Chicago, the pain and awkwardness of waking up alone afterwards pretty much forgotten. But the nothing would still be there, waiting to crush him.

“Could you ever–” Ray broke off. Like the snow and the sky the words he wanted to say seemed too big, too overwhelming. “It can’t end like this,” he finally said, clapping his mittened hands together. He still couldn’t look at Fraser but at least it was something to put out there that wasn’t made of ice and air and rock.

Ray turned to look at Fraser. He was miserable, face gaunt in the pale morning light, eyes red with sleeplessness and fear.

It occurred to Ray then, looking at this man who had come to fill up his whole world, that if things were allowed to end neither of them would survive it. They were both strong, strong enough to survive almost anything. But not that.

“Hey,” he murmured, grabbing Fraser’s thick mitten. Despite the cold wind he used his teeth to pull off his other glove and laid shaky fingers up against Fraser’s beard-rough cheek. Fraser’s eyes drifted shut and Ray realized that they’d missed this. The desperate fumbling of last night hadn’t left room for tenderness, and suddenly this one touch – Ray’s hand on Fraser’s cheek – felt as large and powerful as that Inukshuk standing up against the bearing-down sky. Just a little thing, but it was Ray’s bid for survival, a landmark in a whole world of nothing.

“We’ll try again, yeah? In a hotel room this time, with a real bed. Nearest place is, what, Inuvik? It won’t be so–”

Fraser’s eyes snapped open. There was a mixture of heartbreak and hope battling it out on his face and Ray couldn’t breathe because he didn’t know which would win. Neither did Fraser. Ray just watched, waiting for the final decision. Would they swing south to Norman Wells and Ray’s plane ticket home, or head north for their second chance? If the world had been holding its breath before, now it took a deep, heaving sigh as Fraser smiled and said,

“Inuvik, Ray. I’m for Inuvik.”

And they made their way back to the camp, two tall figures moving against the white snow.

LAAAAAAAAANCE!: ckrllassah on February 6th, 2007 06:26 pm (UTC)
*Wibbles* Y-you scared me! But god, that was awesome! The slow dripfeeding of information- from Ray being alone, to waiting patiently, to seeing a man, to it being confirmed that it's Fraser, to confrontation, to sorrow, to happy- was beautifully done, and oh, you made the landscape so bleak, but you showed Ray learning how to live in it. And I loved how Ray's show of tenderness became a welcoming home, an inukshuk. In fact, I loved everything *g*.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 6th, 2007 09:13 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks! I honestly didn't meant to scare you but...well, it's a scary situation :-) And I'm so glad you liked it in the end, and that the progression worked out okay. Thanks again! *twirls you*

P.S. I got your message and I will beta for you tonight and shoot it back tomorrow. Yay for fic!
~eledhwenlin on February 6th, 2007 06:28 pm (UTC)
Oh, this was lovely. The angst and the hope and the heart-break, all right there. ♥
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 6th, 2007 09:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Who doesn't like a little angst? :-)
etcetera-cat: dief_hatetcetera_cat on February 6th, 2007 07:33 pm (UTC)

I spent most of this going oh, no-- what's happened to Fraser? *worry*, then most of the last third going oh, no! No, no no! Woobies! *veer between worry and understated flailing* and then, right at the end I finally went yay! and suddenly (and sheepishly) realised that I'd actually started reading this through my fingers at some unknown point.

Um... slightly more coherantly; I liked this a lot, despite it spending most of the read trying to twist a bit of me into multitudes of knots.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 6th, 2007 09:17 pm (UTC)
*g* That is, like, the best compliment ever. I didn't mean to make it all twisty and inspire the cover-your-eyes response, but it makes me kinda happy to know that the story had such an impact. And I'm glad you liked all the woobieness. Because they are.
sli: f/k body heatslidellra on February 6th, 2007 07:44 pm (UTC)
Alexis! They did not have bad sex OMG! BLASPHEMER!


Now that that is out of my system, let me tell you how in love with this story I am. It's such a painfully real-feeling look at a painful moment in their relationship, and I love the way you use the landscape to help illustrate it. I love the emphasis on this being a decision they're making, and a difficult one, rather than easy or a continuation of the previous night's momentum.

(And, although it pains me to admit such a thing, the not good sex is kind of brilliant.)
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 6th, 2007 09:22 pm (UTC)
Forgive me, slidellra, for committing the cardinal sin of the bad-sex blasphemy :-) I know, I know, it's a stretch to think these two wouldn't spontaneously combust but, well...bad sex happens, and I'm glad you liked this look at how Our Boys can manage to move beyond it. Thanks for this lovely bit of feedback; you are teh awesome.
Luciferofthecirclelucifercircle on February 6th, 2007 08:01 pm (UTC)
This story is ver vivid. I can feel the harshness of the Arctic landscape and the pain of Fraser and Ray.
Although you had me worried - I thought that one of them was going to be dead and talking to a ghost - that was what the atmosphere felt like. Very appropriate for the story though.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 6th, 2007 09:25 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Sorry about the way the bleakness of the atmosphere made you think 'ghost story' (instead of a they-had-bad-sex story); I was going for "stark" and I think it ended up "creepy". But I'm glad it worked out okay in the end. Thanks for the FB!
indywind on February 6th, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Yes, the crummy sex and the potential it carries for misunderstanding & ruin... how fine to see that realism! And the sweet save for the hopeful ending.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 6th, 2007 10:03 pm (UTC)
Thanks! The realism is pretty important, I think. Bad sex happens, and what happens after is pretty interesting stuff. I'm glad you liked it!
Debris K.: Wiggle It!  by Nicci (the marvelousdebris_k on February 6th, 2007 10:41 pm (UTC)
I wish I had a DS thumbs-up icon. It was great to read the finalized version of this, and the starkness of it all was still as full of impact as the first time I read it. Well, it's maybe a bit starker now, but I still like it's power.

You already know I love it, so what am I babling about? Great job, hon. Am happy to have been able to help. *hugs*
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 7th, 2007 03:50 am (UTC)
*g* Yeah, I went for "starker" instead of, um, "richer"? And you did much more then help! This wouldn't have been the same without you! *hugs back*
A Revolutionary Biscuit of Italyrevbiscuit on February 6th, 2007 10:45 pm (UTC)
I really liked this. IMO, a story with a realistic feel to it is much harder to pull off than pretty much anything else, and you've done it really well. I agree with the other comments about the atmosphere, and how you dealt with the awkwardness between them. Now, of course, you could tell us how they got on in Inuvik...
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 7th, 2007 03:52 am (UTC)
*g* Thank you so much! And I agree, these realistic stories are tough nuts to crack. I'm glad to hear you think it worked okay. And you know what they say...What happens in Inuvik stays in Inuvik :-)
Also into cats: Emo!Fraserjamethiel_bane on February 6th, 2007 11:08 pm (UTC)
*chews fingernails*

Oh, HON. Just, OH. I adore you- you do know that, right?

This. This WORKS. The pace (I adore the pace. The slow build, the tension. Just OH!) and the build of "Oh, god. Have they wrecked it? Are they broken?"

It was the nothing. Miles of it, deep and wide as the Arctic itself.

That's just. Wow. It's the disconnect that is hurting Ray. The nothing between them, when what he needs is something to anchor himself.

Ag. This is incoherent. But one cup of coffee- consider yourself honoured!
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 7th, 2007 03:55 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you! I'm so glad to hear you liked, because this was a little scary to write and I'm still not sure it came off well at all. That you liked the pacing and the buildup is great to know, and I'm so happy you understood that Ray's whole sense of disconnection from Fraser is the thing that's killing him and not the bad sex. Mostly. ;-) Thanks again for the FB - you're a peach! *hugs* And I am honoured!
ruthless1ruthless1 on February 7th, 2007 04:35 am (UTC)
Now that was just excellent! And really - it could happen like that. We all like to think everything is so picture perfect the first time (for F/K) but this scenario is much more realistic. And you resolved it just beautifully. Thanks for that - I wouldn't have been able to stand THAT kind of heartache. Really nice job here.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 9th, 2007 12:29 am (UTC)
Thank you! And I promise, I will never, ever post a fic with an unhappy ending. I'm totally with you on the whole "I-couldn't-bear-it" thing. Real life is depressing enough - we shouldn't make pretty boys suffer in fic, right?
try to catch the deluge in a paper cup: dS: kowalskiprimroseburrows on February 7th, 2007 07:02 am (UTC)
The desperate fumbling of last night hadn’t left room for tenderness, and suddenly this one touch – Ray’s hand on Fraser’s cheek – felt as large and powerful as that Inukshuk standing up against the bearing-down sky. Just a little thing, but it was Ray’s bid for survival, a landmark in a whole world of nothing.

I love that image. Bleak, beautiful story.

I like to think they'll be okay, because after all, they do love each other. *hugs them*
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 9th, 2007 12:30 am (UTC)
Awww! *hugs them too* Thank you! Glad the imagery worked, and don't worry about The Boys; they're fine and off having now-fabulous sex in Inuvik!
Berty: Fraser & Ray monobertybertle on February 7th, 2007 04:49 pm (UTC)
Ooooooh! Tension! I love it. What a great fic - we really got to feel the barren landscape and the immensity of it and how it was just like the conversation they'd never had, weighing them down, making everything wrong. Excellent writing.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 9th, 2007 12:32 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I'm glad the connection between the weight of the surroundings and the weight of the not-said stuff worked out okay; the pathetic fallacy is my friend. (And I hope to God I'm using that term in the right context; otherwise, my English degree ain't worth spit :-)
ifreet: Something true blueifreet on February 7th, 2007 11:56 pm (UTC)
*squeaks and hides from well-written-but-scary fic*

I mentioned the well-written, right? Because it is. The cold empty space is positively tangible - and not just because we're having winter where I live. But I think I needed to be hiding under a blanket as I read, because Ray and Fraser were going so wrong.

And they made their way back to the camp, two tall figures moving against the white snow.
I'm going to make a concerted effort to focus on that image now.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 9th, 2007 12:33 am (UTC)
Oh, don't hide under the blanket! The fic has a happy ending! And, um, I'm glad it was well-written, but I didn't mean to terrify anyone (much). I swear. /evil grin

Love the icon, btw!
salieri: fraser snowing?troyswann on February 8th, 2007 04:00 am (UTC)
Oh! Oh, oh oh! This is so... wow.

He even managed a half-hearted slouch and a fidget, if only to pretend for a moment that the weight of empty snow and hollow sky weren’t crushing him, grinding him down to bone and flesh and marrow. Ray wasn’t sure what new thing would be forged when the crushing weight of this place lifted, but he doubted it would resemble anything like the former Ray Kowalski. This place – Fraser’s home – had a way of swallowing a person whole unless you were already bigger than it. And Ray felt small, so small. Just a blip on the horizon. *points* That. That's... *points again*

And the whole idea of the Inukshuk, compelling the gaze, like Fraser sitting against the sky, just the way the landscape makes the body in its way... Fraser's shoulders like the slope of land. Oh, and the ice crackling on Ray's gloves.

Really, I'm just pointing and going "wow, look at this. Look!"

:) Wonderful!
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 9th, 2007 12:34 am (UTC)
Thank you! I wish I could say it all came together all easy-like, but this thing was an uphill battle. I'm so glad you liked it! Because us Northerns know from snow and ice and bleakness, right? ;-)
The good kind of bitchy and flippant!: f/k - if you'll have mebluebrocade on February 8th, 2007 04:36 am (UTC)
Wow. Very powerful.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 9th, 2007 12:35 am (UTC)
Thanks, hon! Glad you liked!
Nevvererdovitthe_antichris on February 8th, 2007 10:59 am (UTC)
This is lovely - there's such a sense of textured realism, and the pacing was just excruciating. (Er, you know, in a good way.) And then that perfect image at the end. ♥
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 9th, 2007 12:36 am (UTC)
I love that we're in a fandom where "excruciating" is a compliment :-) Thank you so much the lovely feedback!
keerawakeerawa on February 9th, 2007 02:46 pm (UTC)
Ooooh. How very, very tense.

I was impressed with the way the outside environment reflected the internal emptiness. Very nice slow reveal of what had happened.

Ray, uncovering himself and risking the damage the cold might inflict (again with the internal-external). Just a little thing, but it was Ray’s bid for survival, a landmark in a whole world of nothing.

Beautiful, really.
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 12th, 2007 04:12 am (UTC)
Awww, thanks! I'm so glad you liked the outside/inside conflict (or...sympathy? I should know how to describe this stuff).
A hilarium of fangirls and boys: asylum Rayj_s_cavalcante on February 10th, 2007 11:28 am (UTC)
Wow. Stunningly, heartbreakingly beautiful, just like the landscape you describe. A brilliant and powerful piece. I find it utterly believable and in character. No one's fault, but they didn't know...it could have happened just that way, and it's wrenching, like the cold. Oh, Ray. Oh, Fraser.

This insight just blew me away:

The desperate fumbling of last night hadn’t left room for tenderness, and suddenly this one touch – Ray’s hand on Fraser’s cheek – felt as large and powerful as that Inukshuk standing up against the bearing-down sky. Just a little thing, but it was Ray’s bid for survival, a landmark in a whole world of nothing.

Ray is the Inukshuk, then Ray and Fraser are. Just. Wow. Really, really fine work, and I'm so glad you wrote it and shared it. And now I'm feeling guilty about my unfinished inuvikdotcom story. :)
Nosnos4a2no9 on February 12th, 2007 04:21 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for the detailed feedback! It's good to hear that the story seemed possible - I mean, no one likes the idea of our boys having bad sex, but...well, they didn't know. :-) And I hadn't considered that Ray-as-Inukshuk thing, but you're right - that's it exactly! Thanks again for letting me know you liked the story.

And don't feel guilty about being overdue with your story - just finish it up and post! I always squee when you post something new (seriously, there is squee) and I love that challenge soooo much. If you need a beta or cheerleading or, say, bribery, just drop me a line. I want more inuvikdotcom stories and WAY more j_s_cavalcante stories to read.
(no subject) - j_s_cavalcante on February 12th, 2007 05:00 am (UTC) (Expand)
Scarfe: planet of the apesscarfe on February 13th, 2007 01:46 am (UTC)
My favorite line: "Just a little thing, but it was Ray’s bid for survival, a landmark in a whole world of nothing."

I love the interplay of bodies, emotions, and landscapes. Really one of your best stories, if you ask me. But, I do have some catching up to do, don't I?
ignaz wisdom: f/k: motbignazwisdom on February 14th, 2007 06:10 pm (UTC)
Oh, oh oh oh -- I love this. It's just so ... fraught. And realistic. I don't know how you do it, but it's amazing.
Nosnos4a2no9 on March 12th, 2007 03:33 am (UTC)
Whoops, missed this comment for some reason. Thanks for the lovely feedback! And...yeah, fraught. Me and "fraught" are good friends. I'd love to write shiny happy stories about sex and doing laundry and grocery shopping or something, and maybe someday I will. *sigh*

Oh! I haven't done the beta on that last AMP chapter. I'll have it back to you tomorrow or Tuesday by the latest. Sorry about the delay.
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vienna_waitsvienna_waits on March 11th, 2007 05:34 pm (UTC)
Here from troyswann, very late, but wow. I was scared to death one of them (and I wasn't even sure which one) was dead, so the "oh we just had bad sex" revelation actually filled me with relief. Your writing is stunningly beautiful.
Nosnos4a2no9 on March 12th, 2007 03:27 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! I'm glad people are still tracking this story down, and it's great to hear that you liked it. Thanks for the FB!
Godot screwed me over. Oh, Francine.snarkyducky on June 25th, 2007 08:12 pm (UTC)
This place – Fraser’s home – had a way of swallowing a person whole unless you were already bigger than it.
that is beautiful!

The desperate fumbling of last night hadn’t left room for tenderness, and suddenly this one touch – Ray’s hand on Fraser’s cheek – felt as large and powerful
ohhh.. this is such a powerful image, and a powerful title to the story..

and thank you so much for the hopeful ending! and for sharing this beautiful story :D
Nosnos4a2no9 on June 27th, 2007 01:22 pm (UTC)
Wow, thanks for providing such great feedback! I'm so grateful you took the time to post a comment on one of my older fics - it really made my day! *hugs*
Luzulaluzula on July 24th, 2007 02:39 pm (UTC)
Okay, I listened to this fic on the train (I am now on one of those too-expensive Internet cafés at the central station of Stockholm), and I totally love the story. I've read it before, but I, um, forgot to comment then. I love that they have not-so-good sex, and the fall-out of that, and the landscape, and the way you tie it all together. And that they give it a second chance.

I do have one small piece of criticism, though: you're reading just a little bit too fast for me. Maybe it's because I'm not a native speaker of English, but sometimes I really have to concentrate in order not to miss words. Otherwise I like the way you read. : )
Nosnos4a2no9 on July 24th, 2007 02:45 pm (UTC)
*g* Thank you! I've never recieved feedback from a too-expensive Internet cafe in Stockholm before :-) I'm very glad you liked the story, and thanks for reminding me to slow down. When I listened to the recording later I had the same problem: I was reading too fast for even me to understand what I was saying. I might record this again to add some music, and I'll make sure to slow down in future podfics. Thanks very much for commenting, and have a fun trip!
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Nosnos4a2no9 on December 2nd, 2007 01:36 pm (UTC)
Thank you! It was such a lovely suprise to get a comment on this story from all those months ago. And I could understand why it would make for good reading in the midst of an ice storm :-) Thanks so much for sending feedback!