Light a Fire in the Sky [1/?]
anonymous
January 15 2009, 07:35:02 UTC
Fill is LONG and took TOO LONG to write. author!Anon apologizes. ***
Alfred does not have a chance to prepare himself. In fact, he is just preparing for bed when the sirens start blaring… blaring too late to make a real difference. When he picks up his head, his body goes down, his right leg giving out from under him. And for a second, white is all he sees and feels, nothing but blankness. It’s not until he hits the floor that the twisting, burning pain starts coursing through him, feels like someone has torn a hole out of his calf. He sees his shadow cast out before him by the distant light and he knows exactly what’s happened.
And he knows that Los Angeles is gone.
“Fuck,” he sobs, clenching his fist so tight his fingernails break the skin. He pushes himself up, shakily gets onto his wounded legs, but another blow, hard, to his cheek (New York… beautiful, bustling, glittering New York) sends him back down onto his knees
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Light a Fire in the Sky [2/?]
anonymous
January 15 2009, 07:39:13 UTC
Ivan smiled at him with patient curiosity. “Oh yes?” And no sooner had he said it than he locked up, the smile dissipating. Blood streamed freely from his nose. He reached up and laid his fingers over his upper lip, pulled them away to scrutinize the red.
A wolf’s grin overtook Alfred’s face. “Say goodbye to Moscow,” he hissed. He waited for Ivan to crumple as he had crumpled.
But Alfred only got a laugh in reply. “Silly little Alfred,” said Ivan. “You don’t go for the capital first. Where is the suspense in that?”
“You sick bastard!” Alfred cried. He hated Ivan, hated Russia, hated his people, but for a split second his heart went out to them. “Millions of your people just died in a flash, and you laughIvan flicked a hand back to brush off a tragedy. “Millions is nothing,” he said. “The Motherland is intimately familiar with bloodshed.” He froze again, and at first Alfred thought another bomb had hit, and then the smile began creeping along the length of Ivan’s lips
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Light a Fire in the Sky [3/?]
anonymous
January 15 2009, 07:43:08 UTC
“You are so passionate,” said Ivan, and he dipped his unwilling partner down low and hung over him like the shadow of death. “I have always loved that about you.” He closed the distance between their faces by pressing his lips hard against Alfred’s, breathing him in deep and breathing his drunkenness into him
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Re: Light a Fire in the Sky [3/?]
anonymous
January 15 2009, 07:45:28 UTC
Alfred had neither the strength nor the presence of mind to answer. He only stared up into the orange sky, screaming the screams of millions of people, of the world that was circling the drain with them. Every part of him felt like it was burning. How did it all come to this? Was it his fault? His fault because he started it, because he was the first? He couldn’t bear the thought, couldn’t consider it for more than a split second. He could only think that Ivan was at the advantage here because Ivan had already lost his mind long ago. The searing torture of it all was too much for him to even notice at first what was transpiring, even as Ivan threw Alfred’s legs up into the air. It wasn’t until Ivan’s broad, calloused hands coiled around his throat that Alfred even noticed he was being fucked. He tried to move his hands up to clasp Ivan’s wrists, to break the suffocating embrace, but the shock that went down his arms reminded him clearly that he was not going anywhere. He was growing dizzy, and he wasn’t sure if he had lost
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Light a Fire in the Sky [5/?]
anonymous
January 15 2009, 07:47:17 UTC
Ivan wanted to stand to truly appreciate the Hell they’d created, but he knew he couldn’t stand. The air was hot, far too hot for this latitude or this time of year, and it was perfect. That beautiful burnished orange was like a fire in the sky that they had lit with their passionate hate. Ivan swore he could feel it burning inside of him… or perhaps that was only the stomach wound
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Re: Light a Fire in the Sky [5/?]
anonymous
January 15 2009, 17:24:11 UTC
OH HOLY SHIT ANON.
Wow... I have no words.
Wait, no I do. Dark BRILLIANCE. I shivered. I trembled. I gasped. (I looked out my window to make sure that Manhattan was still there). That's the most twisted, fucked-up love-hate affair EVER. And (aside from the actual attacks) totally canon.
Is saving this forever. Oh my God, wow. Truth be told I didn't know what I was expecting, author!anon - not until I read this through, and now of course, I can't imagine this prompt having turned out any other way. It's painful, it's gorgeous, it's - making me speechless and shivery still.
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Alfred does not have a chance to prepare himself. In fact, he is just preparing for bed when the sirens start blaring… blaring too late to make a real difference. When he picks up his head, his body goes down, his right leg giving out from under him. And for a second, white is all he sees and feels, nothing but blankness. It’s not until he hits the floor that the twisting, burning pain starts coursing through him, feels like someone has torn a hole out of his calf. He sees his shadow cast out before him by the distant light and he knows exactly what’s happened.
And he knows that Los Angeles is gone.
“Fuck,” he sobs, clenching his fist so tight his fingernails break the skin. He pushes himself up, shakily gets onto his wounded legs, but another blow, hard, to his cheek (New York… beautiful, bustling, glittering New York) sends him back down onto his knees ( ... )
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A wolf’s grin overtook Alfred’s face. “Say goodbye to Moscow,” he hissed. He waited for Ivan to crumple as he had crumpled.
But Alfred only got a laugh in reply. “Silly little Alfred,” said Ivan. “You don’t go for the capital first. Where is the suspense in that?”
“You sick bastard!” Alfred cried. He hated Ivan, hated Russia, hated his people, but for a split second his heart went out to them. “Millions of your people just died in a flash, and you laughIvan flicked a hand back to brush off a tragedy. “Millions is nothing,” he said. “The Motherland is intimately familiar with bloodshed.” He froze again, and at first Alfred thought another bomb had hit, and then the smile began creeping along the length of Ivan’s lips ( ... )
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This was -BRILLIANT-. Characterization of the two was flawless.
More US/Russia fills from you? Y/Y?
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Wow... I have no words.
Wait, no I do. Dark BRILLIANCE. I shivered. I trembled. I gasped. (I looked out my window to make sure that Manhattan was still there). That's the most twisted, fucked-up love-hate affair EVER. And (aside from the actual attacks) totally canon.
Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Nice one.
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Thank you, so so much. This is amazing.
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That was really well done - well written - well played out. I'm really impressed.
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You have written more Russia/America, right? Or hell, you have written more in general? *bows at your feet*
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this was a masterpiece. one of the best fills on this meme.
i have nothing else to say, other than i hope you continue writing here so we all can enjoy you wonderful work.
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