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Jul. 10th, 2003 07:26 pmVoy a donde estan los buenos fanfics, y por unos meses Anna se sintio inspirada y escribio en este fandom.
Fandom: Stargate: SG1
Titulo: Meetings
Autor: Anna
Categoria: NC-17
Archivo: Anna's Stories
Anna tiene años escribiendo fanfic y slash y posee mucho talento. De esas personas que ojala este escribiendo su propio universo pues sabe mantener atencion en todo momento. Este relato . . . lo empeze a leer y no lo pude soltar hasta terminarlo. Sobre crecer, cambios y las desilusiones que ayudan.
"Got somewhere else to be?" asked Jack with his uncanny precision of timing.
Daniel looked at him, thinking yes. He wanted to be across town. He wanted to rise and put on his coat, and drive himself away from sociability and into his own wintry quietude. He wanted the aloneness that comes with being in the middle of a crowd of strangers. He needed the strobe and throb of the bar he'd come to frequent, to take someone home whose name he didn't know, and push him down to his knees on the floor and ride his mouth. Restless, he had to recharge.
Este fanfic esta entre azul y buenas-noches en cuanto si es slash o no. El slash que no fue tal vez, amor o mas bien pasion imposible porque el amor si existe, pero no coincide.
Fandom: Stargate: SG1
Titulo: Meetings
Autor: Anna
Categoria: NC-17
Archivo: Anna's Stories
Anna tiene años escribiendo fanfic y slash y posee mucho talento. De esas personas que ojala este escribiendo su propio universo pues sabe mantener atencion en todo momento. Este relato . . . lo empeze a leer y no lo pude soltar hasta terminarlo. Sobre crecer, cambios y las desilusiones que ayudan.
"Got somewhere else to be?" asked Jack with his uncanny precision of timing.
Daniel looked at him, thinking yes. He wanted to be across town. He wanted to rise and put on his coat, and drive himself away from sociability and into his own wintry quietude. He wanted the aloneness that comes with being in the middle of a crowd of strangers. He needed the strobe and throb of the bar he'd come to frequent, to take someone home whose name he didn't know, and push him down to his knees on the floor and ride his mouth. Restless, he had to recharge.
Este fanfic esta entre azul y buenas-noches en cuanto si es slash o no. El slash que no fue tal vez, amor o mas bien pasion imposible porque el amor si existe, pero no coincide.
