"Strange Customs in Far Places"

[applecede]

FINALLY! I did it! I wrote Sarkney! Please keep in mind that this is my first time reading these characters, although that really shouldn't be an excuse, seeing how many Sarkney fics I've read and compiled and reread and how many times I've watched the Sark and Sydney episodes

Comments

[sweetness892]

Yay! Sarkney pr0n!

What did he want to prove, that they could be different? That they could be more?
Wow.

The dark blond hair was even darker when wet, and his eyes seemed bluer, more electric, more awake as he came at her, instead of that languid smugness he displayed when they were outside, standing across from each other, confronting each other.
*thud*

[S]he breathed in deep the scent of the French soap he had probably brought with him to Cairo because he didn’t trust the soap Egypt had to offer…
SO Sark right there, the elitest snob.

She had noticed that Sark had never really been a tactile person. He preferred the distance of guns to the intimacy of hand to hand combat. He was remote and unreadable, and when he was clearly at a disadvantage, he gave in quickly to maintain that space. He used his stillness as a weapon and his words as a tool.

So it surprised her to find that in sleep, he seemed to favor the closeness.Honestly, that's how I've always seen Sark--as a guy who craves human touch, because his life is so

[sweetness892]

“What do you want?” he asked matter-of-factly

[applecede]

Wow, thanks! Thank you for pointing out what you liked :D I can't wait to write more Sarkey now that the first panic is over :P

[shadesofbrixton]

oh, oh, oh. beautiful layout, beautiful fic, beautiful addition to my flist. gah. *grabs*

for some reason, it's this line that stands out the most to me:

She wanted him to give her chocolate and a tin of coffee beans. She wanted the dream of what could be.

specifically the chocolate and coffee beans half. i can't wait to see where you decide to go with your writing from here.

[applecede]

:D I'm so glad to have found your journal - I didn't immediately realize we had more in common than Sarkney, but I was happy to learn that there are quite a few more things :)

Thank you! I have a longer Sarkney fic in the works, but I put that aside since I hadn't yet watched S3. Now that I have, I'm going to resume it, hopefully have something devloped.

[mynuet]

*sigh* I now need a Sarkney icon. They're so frickin' hot together, and you totally capture that. Also, I want to crack their skulls together because neither one is admitting anything that they'd need to admit, but hey. Much love for the fic.

[applecede]

There are SO many hot icons of Sarkney. blimey_icons has a bunch, if you're not in the mood to make one :)

Thanks for reading, and especially the comment that I captured their hotness. Because that really is a key ingredient to Sarkney, definitely :)

[greyskygirl]

I haven't even read the fic yet - I'm too busy drooling over your banner. But I know my reaction will be something along the lines of "YAY, Leila wrote Sarkney." But I'll drop feedback over at Proclivity when I've read. Miss talking to you!

[applecede]

Hey! LOL :D Yeah, I'm pretty suck on the banner myself :P I'm glad to hear you're doing well (well, excluding the fall). I can't wait to talk to you again. The discussions on book 6 should be fun :D

[greyskygirl]

Okay, NOW I've read, and I can tell you that you should keep writing Sarkney, just as you should keep writing D/G. A mutual burning is EXACTLY how I think of both those couples. I loved reading this, absolutely loved it.

[applecede]

Ah! Thank you! I'm definitely going to keep working on both :D And I'm still looking forward to that Sarkney drabble you're going to write. After my initial AH! SARKNEY! MUST READ EVERYTHING! I was hoping some HP writers might try their hand at it, and I remember right away that you promised a drabble to someone. *beams* I have good memory on things like that.

[quiet_rebel]

For your first fic, you did a great job with capturing Sarkney and the two characters. There's the angst, the sex, the emotions--all great!

Some of my favorite lines:
So it surprised her to find that in sleep, he seemed to favor the closeness.

she couldn’t help but miss the dream.
It was like Sydney rather have the illusion than the reality.

“Yes, Agent Bristow, I can tell you’re bored of me.”
I can SO see Sark saying that in that tone of his.

We need this, Sydney,” came his voice from behind her, his lips caressing the back of her neck. “It helps.”
AH! That's so heartbreaking!

I look forward to seeing more fic from you! And welcome to Sarkney :)

[applecede]

Hi! Thanks so much for reading it and feedbacking :P I enjoyed writing this, even though it was a frustrating process half the time, wondering whether I was getting it right or not. Thank you for the welcome! :)