Leaning and Falling
| Sentinel Fanfiction | |
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| Title: | Leaning and Falling |
| Author(s): | Kalena |
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| Genre: | slash |
| Fandom: | The Sentinel |
| External Links: | Leaning and Falling on AO3 (locked to registered users) |
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Leaning and Falling is a Jim/Blair story by Kalena.
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The perpetual question I struggle with is why so many writers come, write one great Sentinel story, then ride off toward the horizon, never to be seen again. I think I'm going to invent a name for this. I'll call this the 'Lone Ranger Complex.' Of course, this concept is ruined by the fact that Kalena did came back to write another story, but I won't let this stop my sweeping generalization.Blair realized that his ruminations had left him sitting there almost until sunup. He watched as the darkest of the night sky appeared to slide back toward the western horizon, as if the planet stood still and he was watching day and night revolve around him An odd colorlessness creeping up from the rim would be the forerunner of a spectacular sunrise. The absence of color in the faint light and its ocean reflection washed everything around him in neutral, making him think about how many colors made up the world and how often he took them for granted. This, he imagined, was what it was like to see from a cat perspective, colors grayed, but the ability to see in nearly complete darkness. I should ask Jim sometime what the dark looks like, he thought, then realized that there was something much more pressing on the horizon. Sunrise, Jesus, what was he thinking?
Why you should read this: Lush language and atmosphere; beautiful moments of imagery; signs of intelligent life in the universe; Jim and Blair and lots of hotel bedding.
What might throw you off stride: Lush language, etc. Some readers have mentioned the elaborate metaphors as distracting, the language as dense. There were a few places I would have pruned back the growth, but I think all that flourishing is a healthy sign. Which is why I would have expected to see even more stories sprouting from such a fertile garden of prose. Hint, blinking hint.[1]