noblesentiments (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} noblesentiments) wrote,@ 2007-07-16 03:15:00 |
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On Guard by Gloria Lancaster
This is a sweet, gentle story which I feel great affection for every time I read it. Through Doyle's eyes we are introduced to the enigma that is 'soldier', the man who helps save Doyle's life and who Doyle - in his vulnerable state in a foreign land - becomes in turn emotionally attached to, then fascinated by this man of mystery.
He thought about Soldier when most of his brief time in Africa had faded. When he dreamed at all, he dreamed about the hard hands rescuing him, brisk and efficient. In all the horror the hands would keep him safe.
......and yet, 'Soldier' can still manage to get under Doyle's skin, Bodie style:
So, how's it going old son?" Soldier asked.
"My name is Ray Doyle," Ray snapped, irritated by the hot darkness and the biting insects and the lack of milk in his tea.
"So, how's it going Ray Doyle?" Soldier repeated solemnly. Ray hid his smile within his tea mug and ignored the question.
'Centurian' Bodie: the tall, dark, handsome guardian, always there for Doyle - just how I imagine Bodie:
.......I'll keep guard just like always, no big bad monsters'll get you while I'm around," and a hard and capable hand brushed his curls very gently and Ray felt himself being tucked in like he was a child again, then blessed darkness, cool as moss. Drowsily, the last thing he noticed was Bodie stretching out beside him on top of the covers, laid out like a Crusader in a church, hands folded and legs crossed at the ankle. Keeping guard just like always.
And without revealing too much more about the story I will just say how much I love the following lines and how beautifully they express what they're feeling about each other:
"………………How long have I scared you, tell me the truth."
"Since this morning, since I dragged you out of that Mission and you threw up over me, since a day by the river and I noticed your hair was the colour of autumn, since that night in the bowling alley, since the morning you came back from the wedding--
*Please* go read (if you haven't already):
http://hatstand.slashcity.net/gloria/on
http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/ar
This is a sweet, gentle story which I feel great affection for every time I read it. Through Doyle's eyes we are introduced to the enigma that is 'soldier', the man who helps save Doyle's life and who Doyle - in his vulnerable state in a foreign land - becomes in turn emotionally attached to, then fascinated by this man of mystery.
He thought about Soldier when most of his brief time in Africa had faded. When he dreamed at all, he dreamed about the hard hands rescuing him, brisk and efficient. In all the horror the hands would keep him safe.
......and yet, 'Soldier' can still manage to get under Doyle's skin, Bodie style:
So, how's it going old son?" Soldier asked.
"My name is Ray Doyle," Ray snapped, irritated by the hot darkness and the biting insects and the lack of milk in his tea.
"So, how's it going Ray Doyle?" Soldier repeated solemnly. Ray hid his smile within his tea mug and ignored the question.
'Centurian' Bodie: the tall, dark, handsome guardian, always there for Doyle - just how I imagine Bodie:
.......I'll keep guard just like always, no big bad monsters'll get you while I'm around," and a hard and capable hand brushed his curls very gently and Ray felt himself being tucked in like he was a child again, then blessed darkness, cool as moss. Drowsily, the last thing he noticed was Bodie stretching out beside him on top of the covers, laid out like a Crusader in a church, hands folded and legs crossed at the ankle. Keeping guard just like always.
And without revealing too much more about the story I will just say how much I love the following lines and how beautifully they express what they're feeling about each other:
"………………How long have I scared you, tell me the truth."
"Since this morning, since I dragged you out of that Mission and you threw up over me, since a day by the river and I noticed your hair was the colour of autumn, since that night in the bowling alley, since the morning you came back from the wedding--
*Please* go read (if you haven't already):
http://hatstand.slashcity.net/gloria/on
http://www.thecircuitarchive.com/tca/ar
