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rec50Yesterday's episode ("Further Instructions") made me happy for many reasons. One of them inspired today's theme: Desmond David Hume.
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 23 - Time
Title: And Give You Peace
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
achipiquonque
Rating: PG
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Yet another Desmond&Kelvin fic written before we ever actually saw Kelvin onscreen, but the hatchmates are so wonderfully, evocatively written here; Desmond, normal and still rooted in the "real" world but beginning to slip in the closed-off routine of the Swan; Kelvin, long since insane. A somewhat average day in their lives, almost fluffy until it reaches an ending that is terrifying in its casual darkness.
Excerpt: Desmond's eyebrows sank low, his eyes squinting in confusion as he tilted his head. "Why?" he asked with a little shake of his head.
Kelvin offered him one of those small smiles he gave when he knew he knew something Desmond didn't--a sort of half-smile crossed with a look of mild pity. "Because it's your birthday, Desmond."
Desmond froze. His birthday? "How did you know that?" he asked, trying frantically to add up all the days he'd been there in his mind and see if they came down to his birthday. How long had he been there?
"It's the twenty-sixth of December, according to your digital watch." Kelvin continued to watch him expectantly.
With another confused shake of his head, Desmond's eyes wandered briefly, then snapped back to Kelvin. "How did you know that was my birthday?" He'd missed Christmas, but not this?
"Your driver's license," Kelvin stated in an unconcerned manner.
Desmond nodded slowly, face still drawn with thought. "So you just decided to let me sleep in for my birthday?" he asked, bending over to tie his shoes properly.
Kelvin shrugged. "I should have known habit would prove stronger than good will."
Link: And Give You Peace
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 45 - Taste
Title: a house at the end of the world
Author:_plentyofpaper
Rating: PGish
Length: Short
Brief summary: Desmond/Penny vignettes, all set before that fated race around the world. Quietly evocative, powerful without forcing it. It's as lovely and classical as they are.
Excerpt: He took her hands and told her he was going away, and she said, It's Father, isn't it, and he said, It always is, and the words tasted bitter, winding around inside his mouth. I'll write, he said. I'll write to you so often that the postman will hate me.
She said, Build us a house at the end of the world. I can't climb trees anymore and I want to go away. I could come with you now, I could--and--
He said, No, love, and felt her shiver in his arms, and he kissed her bright hair and remembered candlelight.
Link: a house at the end of the world
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 23 - Time
Title: And Give You Peace
Author:
achipiquonqueRating: PG
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Yet another Desmond&Kelvin fic written before we ever actually saw Kelvin onscreen, but the hatchmates are so wonderfully, evocatively written here; Desmond, normal and still rooted in the "real" world but beginning to slip in the closed-off routine of the Swan; Kelvin, long since insane. A somewhat average day in their lives, almost fluffy until it reaches an ending that is terrifying in its casual darkness.
Excerpt: Desmond's eyebrows sank low, his eyes squinting in confusion as he tilted his head. "Why?" he asked with a little shake of his head.
Kelvin offered him one of those small smiles he gave when he knew he knew something Desmond didn't--a sort of half-smile crossed with a look of mild pity. "Because it's your birthday, Desmond."
Desmond froze. His birthday? "How did you know that?" he asked, trying frantically to add up all the days he'd been there in his mind and see if they came down to his birthday. How long had he been there?
"It's the twenty-sixth of December, according to your digital watch." Kelvin continued to watch him expectantly.
With another confused shake of his head, Desmond's eyes wandered briefly, then snapped back to Kelvin. "How did you know that was my birthday?" He'd missed Christmas, but not this?
"Your driver's license," Kelvin stated in an unconcerned manner.
Desmond nodded slowly, face still drawn with thought. "So you just decided to let me sleep in for my birthday?" he asked, bending over to tie his shoes properly.
Kelvin shrugged. "I should have known habit would prove stronger than good will."
Link: And Give You Peace
Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 45 - Taste
Title: a house at the end of the world
Author:
_plentyofpaperRating: PGish
Length: Short
Brief summary: Desmond/Penny vignettes, all set before that fated race around the world. Quietly evocative, powerful without forcing it. It's as lovely and classical as they are.
Excerpt: He took her hands and told her he was going away, and she said, It's Father, isn't it, and he said, It always is, and the words tasted bitter, winding around inside his mouth. I'll write, he said. I'll write to you so often that the postman will hate me.
She said, Build us a house at the end of the world. I can't climb trees anymore and I want to go away. I could come with you now, I could--and--
He said, No, love, and felt her shiver in his arms, and he kissed her bright hair and remembered candlelight.
Link: a house at the end of the world
