Atlas Strugged; two drabbles
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rareslashTitle: Copper
Fandom: Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand
Paring: Hank Reardon x Francisco d'Anconia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Recognizable characters are the property of Ayn Rand and her estate, and are used without permission. The author makes no profit from the writing of this fiction.
Summary: Hank's favorite time of day.
Hank watched the morning sun limn Francisco's body. It broke molten and red over the horizon, the color of a roiling crucible, and Hank's eyes teared from looking into it, but he couldn't turn away, not until the sun faded to the color of a new penny, outlining Francisco in brilliant copper. This was Hank's favorite time, each day a new, fresh promise. Each day, stretching clean and unsullied before them, awaiting the genius of their industry. He watched the copper on Francisco's skin fade to soft warm gold, and then he leaned in to kiss Francisco awake.
Title: Steel
Fandom: Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand
Paring: Hank Reardon x Francisco d'Anconia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Recognizable characters are the property of Ayn Rand and her estate, and are used without permission. The author makes no profit from the writing of this fiction.
Summary: Francisco's favorite time of day.
Francisco lay awake after Hank dropped into satisfied slumber, watching the moon come up. It was full and bright, streaking through the window to paint their room in silvery light. Everything seemed polished in the moonlight. It limned Hank's strong body in pale light, casting him the same shade as his sparkling new steel. From his pale hair to his well formed feet he was outlined in glimmering silver. Francisco smiled, dipping his fingers into the silvery light, tracing the hard curve of Hank's shoulder, then leaning in to kiss the arc of his neck, strong as a load bearing girder but delicate as wire circuitry. He watched the silvery light creep across the bed, and then he curled around Hank and slept.
Fandom: Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand
Paring: Hank Reardon x Francisco d'Anconia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Recognizable characters are the property of Ayn Rand and her estate, and are used without permission. The author makes no profit from the writing of this fiction.
Summary: Hank's favorite time of day.
Hank watched the morning sun limn Francisco's body. It broke molten and red over the horizon, the color of a roiling crucible, and Hank's eyes teared from looking into it, but he couldn't turn away, not until the sun faded to the color of a new penny, outlining Francisco in brilliant copper. This was Hank's favorite time, each day a new, fresh promise. Each day, stretching clean and unsullied before them, awaiting the genius of their industry. He watched the copper on Francisco's skin fade to soft warm gold, and then he leaned in to kiss Francisco awake.
Title: Steel
Fandom: Atlas Shrugged, by Ayn Rand
Paring: Hank Reardon x Francisco d'Anconia
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Recognizable characters are the property of Ayn Rand and her estate, and are used without permission. The author makes no profit from the writing of this fiction.
Summary: Francisco's favorite time of day.
Francisco lay awake after Hank dropped into satisfied slumber, watching the moon come up. It was full and bright, streaking through the window to paint their room in silvery light. Everything seemed polished in the moonlight. It limned Hank's strong body in pale light, casting him the same shade as his sparkling new steel. From his pale hair to his well formed feet he was outlined in glimmering silver. Francisco smiled, dipping his fingers into the silvery light, tracing the hard curve of Hank's shoulder, then leaning in to kiss the arc of his neck, strong as a load bearing girder but delicate as wire circuitry. He watched the silvery light creep across the bed, and then he curled around Hank and slept.
