Fic! (for real this time)

[mcee]

If you got here by googling yourself, please go no further. The fourth wall is a friend to all!

Title: My City's Still Breathing
Bandom: This is Ivy League, pre-Cobra Starship
Pairing: Ryland/Alex (see primer for basics!)
Rating: R
Word count: ~800 words
Notes: Thanks to wasoncedelight for the beta. For _icewater. ♥

Comments

[blondiusmaximus]

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[wasoncedelight]

That whole last paragraph is still my most favorite thing ever. <333

[inverted]

holy shit.

I'm so in love with you right now.

[ubixtiz]

This is really pretty. I really like this picture of the two of them alone in the world and quiet, with high school and growing up on one side of them and all the noise and confusion of Cobras and touring and fame on the other, but just them, together, in between. *happysigh*

[inverted]

They go through all 300 sq.ft. of Ryland's place and hit switches, turn off lights. Alex trips over the edge of a rug and Ryland steadies him with a hand on his elbow, where his sleeve is rucked up his forearm. He does that when they argue about progressions. It's dark but Ryland knows Alex's hair is disheveled, like he ran both hands through it. He did, earlier, when he'd pushed up his sleeves. Those two measures are hard-won.

This is perfect. You convey so much about their friendship, relationship and the dynamic between them, in only a few sentences. You're amazing <3