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Title: Solitary Confinement (Chapter 4 of ?)
Author: Merucha
Characters: Criminal Minds/Torchwood
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work. Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Summary: Aaron Hotchner's secrets and the real reason for the existence of the BAU team is revealed when a terrible serial killer strikes...
Author's Note: People are the only mirror we have to see ourselves in. The domain of all meaning. All virtue, all evil, are contained only in people. There is none in the universe at large. Solitary confinement is a punishment in every human culture. Lois McMaster Bujold. Mirror Dance.
Author's Note: Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost
Part one is here; part two is here; Part three is here
My mother's favorite poem is Fire and Ice by Robert Frost. I once asked her why, of all the words of all the authors she had studied, all the great poets, playwrights and novelists, she loved that little nine-line stanza with no set meter or rhyme the most. It teaches you what to look for, she had said, and refused to say anything else, although she smiled as if keeping a secret. At the time I'd thought it had been just another symptom of her illness.
Now I understood what she meant. I understood her the moment I'd looked into Jack Harkness's icy blue eyes and seen my own death.
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Author: Merucha
Characters: Criminal Minds/Torchwood
Rating: Some chapters definitely not safe for work. Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned them, would I let some of those idiots write the scripts? And if I were making any money off them, would I be where they could find me?
Summary: Aaron Hotchner's secrets and the real reason for the existence of the BAU team is revealed when a terrible serial killer strikes...
Author's Note: People are the only mirror we have to see ourselves in. The domain of all meaning. All virtue, all evil, are contained only in people. There is none in the universe at large. Solitary confinement is a punishment in every human culture. Lois McMaster Bujold. Mirror Dance.
Author's Note: Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost
Part one is here; part two is here; Part three is here
My mother's favorite poem is Fire and Ice by Robert Frost. I once asked her why, of all the words of all the authors she had studied, all the great poets, playwrights and novelists, she loved that little nine-line stanza with no set meter or rhyme the most. It teaches you what to look for, she had said, and refused to say anything else, although she smiled as if keeping a secret. At the time I'd thought it had been just another symptom of her illness.
Now I understood what she meant. I understood her the moment I'd looked into Jack Harkness's icy blue eyes and seen my own death.
( Read more... )
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