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lovelornity

(lost) who we are

Mar 27, 2008 13:58

Title: Who We Are
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer, Desmond
Spoilers: Up to "Meet Kevin Johnson"
Prompt: "I thought if I acted like someone else, I’d feel more comfortable with myself." - lostsquee; "I can be like you." - un_love_you
Summary: "It’s not what you do, it’s what you are."

( Most of them lay motionless in sleep, but it could easily have been the eternal stillness of Death, whose icy grip had strangled the life from countless bodies scattered across the jungle outside. )

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Comments 17

aboutbunnies March 28 2008, 02:08:05 UTC

I love the imagery in this, especially the sleeping bodies littering the floor of the temple. What an eerie picture against the backdrop of the violent thunderstorm. I love that both Sawyer and Desmond can't stay inside that place, and you have Sawyer's voice so spot on. Well done!

lovelornity March 28 2008, 15:24:07 UTC

Thank you so much.

patch_tank March 30 2008, 03:56:43 UTC

Oh, so beautifully written. You have Sawyer and Desmond's voices down perfectly. And I want to hug poor Claire.

lovelornity March 31 2008, 20:31:47 UTC

Thank you so much!

I want to hug poor Claire.
I was very tempted to make one of the characters go comfort her, but I had to restrain myself. Maybe in another fic.

patch_tank April 1 2008, 01:24:41 UTC

*raises hand* I vote for Sawyer!

zelda_zee March 31 2008, 06:19:03 UTC

Very nice! I really liked this interaction. It's interesting to imagine the two of them getting to know each other, with them both left behind.

Poor Claire. Hers is a sad fate. :(

lovelornity March 31 2008, 20:30:40 UTC

Thank you! I like the idea of them interacting; I think they are quite similar in their aloofness. I hope the writers give us the opportunity to see the two characters together for more than a couple seconds.

Poor Claire indeed. I know there is speculation of her being deceased, but I think it would be much more interesting, not to mention heartbreaking, if she were alive to dwell over her losses.