Oct. 13th, 2013

Soul fics

Oct. 13th, 2013 12:04 am
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I happen to have two fics to rec that have the word soul in the title, so I thought, hey, I should rec them together! Never mind they are not even slightly alike!

Title: Whatever our souls are made of
Author: [livejournal.com profile] dollsome
Fandom: Gilmore Girls
Pairing: unrequited (so far) Paris/Rory
Rating: G
Word Count: 3571
Warnings: None
Summary: Edward Cullen tries to woo Rory. Paris does not approve.

Excerpt: “Exactly,” Rory agrees. “When I first read Wuthering Heights when I was nine—”

“Of course you were nine,” Paris grumbles, and suddenly feels like an eleven year old failure.

“—my mom pitched it as the greatest horror story ever told. And that Kate Bush song definitely helped to back up her stance.”

Paris considers her. “You’re suspiciously un-delusional for someone raised in Avonlea.”

“You’re suspiciously good at off-the-cuff Anne of Green Gables references,” Rory counters, “considering you’re, you know, evil.”


Why I loved it: In the days of yore when I watched Gilmore Girls, I was all about Rory/Jess, but fic has totally sold me on Rory/Paris. Both brilliant, both driven, one hiding it (Rory) behind her sweetness and the other (Paris) an intense steamroller with no social skills? Sign me up.

And this fic has perfect Paris voice, and perfect Rory-and-Paris repartee - it was so hard choosing just one excerpt for you! The whole thing is hilarious! “THIS IS THE SKIN OF A KILLER, RORY,” Edward shouts - ugh, it is just so perfect, go read it!


Title: A Digression on Selling Souls
Author: athousandwinds on AO3
Fandom: Les Miserables/Fallen London: Echo Bazaar, but I’m not familiar with the second and I still got the fic.
Pairing: It’s a little bit Enjolras/Grantaire, but not very much.
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2537
Warnings: None
Summary: Lost in the winding streets of Fallen Paris, Grantaire considers selling his soul. Enjolras objects, verbosely.

Excerpt: Grantaire laughed too loudly, but he couldn't help himself. "What is there that you of all people expect me to understand? I am no Keats; my art has always been devoted to eliding that which is true in pursuit of that which is beautiful."

Why I loved it: Fic with philosophical argument, you guys! This should totally be more common. The philosophical flights and verbal agility are really impressive, and this is one of the few fics that managed to sell on on Enjolras/Grantaire as a semi-healthy relationship while keeping them in character.
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I have been remiss, remiss in documenting my tea parties this autumn! This is partly because some of them did not yield good photos, like the Belgian chocolate tea party, which was scrumptious and involved scones and Belgian chocolates (my parents visited Belgium in September)...but somehow boxes of chocolates just don’t make very exciting photos. It’s a rectilinear grid with chocolates in it, it’s only exciting if you’re picking which one to eat.

Some of them, however, have been more successful on the “exciting photos” front. Way back in September, soon after I acquired my Grecian urn, Caitlin and Emma and I had a Keats tea.

ExpandPhoto of Keats tea )

We read “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” stanza by stanza. Emma, our resident Keats expert, got to read the final “beauty is truth” stanza, as is right and proper.

And this Saturday, Caitlin dropped by my place after the farmer’s market for an impromptu tea. I just recently got the scarf on the table at the Feast of the Hunter’s Moon - another occasion that didn’t photograph well this year! - and I think the white open work looks very well on the dark table.

ExpandMore tea photos )

And finally, today Emma and I had a Hadley tea, in honor of Hemingway’s first wife Hadley, as I had just finished reading the novel Emma loaned me about Hadley. We meant to have champagne - you can’t celebrate a twenties author without champagne - but the stores in Indiana don’t sell intoxicating beverages on Sunday, so instead we had sparkling cider and fudge and the last of my dates stuffed with bleu cheese.

ExpandStill Life with The Paris Wife )

My next literary idea is for a Narnia tea, to celebrate C. S. Lewis's birthday on November 29th. But we are all agreed that a Narnia tea would be incomplete without Turkish delight, and as none of us can face the thought of eating it, the Narnia tea is probably not to be.

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