The City of Angels Part 1: Cheeky Cherub
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pyrosgfTitle: The City of Angels
Part 1: Cheeky Cherub
Author: pyrosgf
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Jeff Hardy
Wordcount: 2809
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 in a later part)
Warnings: Angst… nothing too heavy yet.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t own them. Don’t claim it ever happened and all that jazz.
Notes: Okay this is my first crossover fic but since the Bradam pic of them kissing outside with Adam with purple hair I’ve been meaning to write an Adam/Jeff fic. So here comes the fucked up AU of Jeff Hardy as a runaway newly planted in LA meeting Adam in a club and the relationship that ensues. The Bradam pic:
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Jeff Hardy
Jeff had moved to LA three months ago and during that time, all he’s accomplished is working at a local clothing store to pay the rent for his ratty little apartment. He knows nothing of the nightlife of LA because in the few months he’s been living there, he’s only managed to make it to work and the corner store to buy the occasional groceries. Mostly he just eats take out.
He isn’t happy here, but anything is better than home. Home means a family that doesn’t accept him, and the pain that radiates through his body at the thought of it makes him glad he’s gotten away. His dad’s face when Jeff told him that he was gay; the pure hate had been like a knife to his heart, but that was a walk in the park compared to his brother’s reaction. Mathew, who had taught Jeff everything he knew, the man he looked up to, had spit in his face and walked out. That was all he could handle, and in that moment he had packed up what few things he owned and drove clear across the country before he’d managed to stop. He thought that somehow the City of Angels might comfort him and make North Carolina a distant memory, but alas the ache in his core never leaves.
He peers into the mirror in disdain as he surveys his appearance. Tonight was the night he was going to go out, he was going to be social, and he was going to make a new acquaintance.
“Even if it kills me,” he finishes aloud.
He runs his hand over his jeans, the black denim hugs every inch of his lower body and he can’t help but feel self-conscious because they seriously leave nothing to the imagination. If that wasn’t enough, his top is fiery red mesh and from his last rib down, the shirt had been slashed to show off his midriff. The tattered ends leave his navel ring exposed and it glints as he turns from one side to the other. His nerves are on edge, so much so that the sparkle of his navel ring reminds him that he’d meant to change out his lip ring. He sighs to himself as he grabs the glow-in-the-dark ring and quickly exchanges it with the ring in his lip. Then he’s ready to go. Well physically ready to go, he thinks to himself as he notes his trembling fingers.
“Calm the fuck down Jeff,” he drawls out loud. “Just because you’re a small town boy living in a big new city doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go out and have a good time. In fact it’s more than about time because now you’re fucking talking to yourself in third person,” he grumbles, traipsing from the bathroom and into the living room to grab his wallet before heading out the door.
“ID sir?” The bouncer’s deep voice creeps over Jeff’s skin as he holds it out for inspection. The flashlight glares up at his face for a moment as the bigger man compares Jeff’s picture ID to his face. When he’s satisfied, the bouncer gruffly informs him of the cover charge. Jeff swiftly hands over the money and the man steps away from the door long enough to let him pass. He almost chuckles to himself as he notices the golden gate painted on the door. What has he gotten himself into?
Jeff steps inside and is taken aback by the thump of music; so strong that he’s sure it’s running through his veins. Then the scents invade his nose, alcohol, cologne, and something that distinctly smells of his childhood. It’s then he finally looks around and notices the hundreds of bubbles floating through the air. His heart clenches in his chest as he remembers the hours he and Matt had spent running through the yard in the summer, blowing bubbles, running through the sprinkler, and just being kids. That scent is one that doesn’t leave you, he thinks to himself as he absorbs the rest of his surroundings. Hundreds of writhing dancers on the dance floor, bars lined with fluff to make them look like clouds, and everything looked pure and clean. There wasn’t a black item in the club with the exception of the clothing on some of its patrons. It is then he notices the angels scattered throughout the shifting crowd. There are several men in white feathery wings, wearing nothing but white g-strings and an abundance of glitter so their bodies give off an almost ethereal shimmer. They dance among the masses, their bodies gyrating to the ever-changing beat as men fall over themselves to be chosen as their dance partner. It’s fascinating, and Jeff stands stock still only inches inside the establishment, watching for several minutes until he spots him.
“What a beautiful creature,” he mumbles to himself as he watches the gorgeous man gyrate, head thrown back, locks of purple hair falling like an sugar plum river down his back. He feels as if a magnetic force is pulling him and his feet move of their own accord in the direction of the magnificent, shimmering being. Before he knows it, he’s standing a few feet from the angel and he notes sparkling blue eyes and pale arms marked with angel kisses. How ironic, Jeff thinks to himself as he stands frozen, waiting, waiting for that sexy man to finish with his current partner and beckon him forward.
In the meantime he takes in what he can see of the body before him. Those gorgeous eyes slip shut, and his lips part slightly as he sways against the gentleman in front of him. Jeff is transfixed, staring at the sensual pink tongue that peaks out and licks that full lower lip. He finds himself mimicking the action when suddenly those eyes open and are right on him. He gasps as the intruder moves away and the rest of the angel’s lean form comes into view. He’s not a body builder but he’s well defined, Jeff notes as the angel’s curling finger draws him forward into his orbit. Warm hands in his pull him forward and a soft breath at his ear makes him shiver.
“Looking mighty sinful tonight,” the voice croons softly. “My name is Adam.”
He turns his head so that his lips are at Adam’s ear. “Jeff… the name’s Jeff,” he repeats nervously as the purple haired vixen presses their bodies closer together. “Nice to meet you,” he finishes before pulling back slightly to look in Adam’s eyes. They’re even more amazing up close, and Jeff smiles genuinely for the first time in months, feeling embraced by the angel and his pure, honest eyes.
Their bodies grind together and time passes by unnoticed as Jeff takes in the details. Bright blue eyes rimmed with silver, powdered shadow a shade of chrome coats Adam’s lids, but when he notices that Adam even has freckles on his lower lip, it’s all he can do to not reach up and taste them. No, instead he gazes at the spatter of angel kisses that go down to the angel’s shoulders, which sparkle, but nothing can hide the freckles that seem to cover his entire body. For a moment, Jeff wonders if they are everywhere and almost wants to ask. Damn being a polite southern boy.
Adam’s mouth turns up in a pixie grin as he leans into Jeff, rocking their torsos together, their obvious attraction to one another evident, and then Adam presses his lips into Jeff’s and everything in his world disappears except for the feel of angel lips on his. Nothing has ever felt better, and considering the amount of men he’s been with through the years, that says a lot about Adam. The kiss sparks a physical yearning but at the same time, something about it makes Jeff feel afraid for reasons he can’t figure out right then.
Starting to panic, he pulls out of Adam’s grasp, and the confused look that crosses Adam’s features wrenches his heart. He closes the distance once more until he’s close enough that Adam can hear him over the music.
“I… I have to go… I’m sorry… I can’t do this… I shouldn’t be here.” The words rush from his lips as the tears burn in his eyes. But before he can pull away, Adam’s warm fingers grasp his wrist and Jeff finds himself being tugged along until they reach the bar.
“Hey Tony… can I get a pen up in here man?” Adam asks as he grabs a napkin. Tony tosses a pen at his head and he catches it, reflexes like a cat. He quickly jots down his name and number and shoves the napkin into Jeff’s back pocket before finally releasing his wrist. “Listen I don’t know what’s got you so flustered, but if you need someone to talk to about it, call me.”
He gives Adam a watery smile before dashing from the bar and into the bustling streets.
Jeff’s mind is a blur and the next thing he knows, he’s shoving the key into his apartment door and stumbling inside. His insides feel like they’re being torn apart and he gasps as he collapses. His knees hit the carpet and the tears stream down his cheeks as he cries, feeling lost and vulnerable to the mysterious fear gripping his heart. But quickly his thoughts turn to home and he begins to mourn the loss of the comfort and love it used to bring. Then the tears come in such waves that he’s not sure at what point he finally calms enough to see straight.
The sense of loss he feels envelops him like a sorrowful jacket. He tries and fails to pull himself up from the floor, so instead he crawls into the bedroom. With one last pitiful surge of energy he manages to get onto the bed and then his limbs go limp as the tears flood him anew.
“Matt… god Matt why… I miss you… you were the only one… you were the only one who was there for me when mom died… and now… oh God!” His voice cracks as it echoes into the darkness. “I need you Matt… I can’t do this without you… you were always there to pick me up… Matty I’ve fallen.” The words continue to stream from his lips until sleep finally comes.
He jumps straight up in bed, eyes wide and staring into the fading image that’s burned into his mind. “Matt,” he whimpers as he looks back as his tear-stained pillow. The sheets are wet and the chills of the cooling sweat cause goose bumps to rise up along his still clothed body. He stands in the darkness and fumbles until he makes it to the bathroom.
As he looks at his reflection in the mirror he sees his clothes, reminding him of the Cheeky Cherub, and “Adam,” he says aloud as he looks down at the mesh shirt, glinting and sparkling in the light. Everything floods back to him at once and he reaches into his back pocket as he remembers what Adam had said to him. He pulls out the napkin and sets it oh so gently by the sink… just incase, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t want to need anyone, he wants to be able to get through this himself, but on the off chance that he needs an ear… Yeah.
Jeff runs his fingers tentatively over the red mesh, and when he pulls them away they glitter. He stares at his fingers and wonders why he had such a strong reaction to Adam. Something about this man tugs at a place he hasn’t been touched before and it scares him. Scares him to the point that he reaches to the sink and grabs Adam’s number. With a deep breath he tosses it into the trashcan, strips out of his clothes, takes a piss, and heads back to bed in hopes of a dream-free sleep. Hopes are futile, he thinks as his mind drifts away.
He laughs and it sounds like music as it reverberates around him. The wispy white clouds under his bare feet are cushy and he toes at them curiously while breathing in the purity around him. He smiles as the scent takes him back… his mom hanging freshly washed laundry out on the clothes line. The scent when it was dry was amazing; it was the aroma of sunshine and everything pure in the world all wrapped into the clean sheets. This place smells like sunshine, and for a minute he imagines his momma with her dress blowing in the breeze as she collected the sheets off the line. Just as a tug of sadness creeps in, a voice in the distance pulls him out of that impending black hole.
“Jeff,” the voice lilts, the sound curling around him like a warm blanket. “Lay down, sweet boy.” The voice comes again and this time Jeff shudders with anticipation, of what he isn’t sure, but he does as he’s commanded. The clouds swaddle him and he nestles there for a moment, waiting for that beautiful sound again. He blinks, and then his vision focuses on a pair of iridescent wings. Those wings sprout from a very freckled bare back, and he realizes in that instant exactly what he’s seeing and then the sparkling being before him turns around.
Jeff gasps at the beautiful, pristine smile gracing Adam’s lips because his lips lie, and his eyes are nothing but sin. They dance with blue fire and for a moment Jeff is sure that the embers will spill out and consume him.
Adam floats down to settle beside him and he gets a really good look at those wings and the large expanse of freckled skin that surrounds them. The angel turns his face so that their eyes meet. Jeff glances at the wings and back at Adam, his brows raised in a question. Adam nods his permission and Jeff’s fingers come up to touch the delicate shimmering feathers that are just within his reach. They’re silk underneath his fingertips and he rises up to study them further. Upon closer inspection, Jeff notices that each feather has a slightly different shape and that, along with the way they’re woven together, is what causes the light to bounce off of them. That is the reason the wings almost glow with the ambiance and warmth of the sun.
He brushes his fingers lightly across one wing until he reaches the place where it embeds itself into Adam’s back.
“Do they… how…” Jeff whispers, his hand now resting in the middle of Adam’s back.
Adam chuckles quietly as he unfurls the wings to their full expanse and they flutter softly. He turns to gaze at Jeff, his expression serious. “I feel your pain, but trust me, they’ll come around.”
Jeff opens his eyes, a small smile splaying his lips as the dream still sits on the edge of his sub-conscious. It dances on the tip of his memory leaving him warm, safe, and loved for the first time in a long time.
Part 2: The Upright Cabaret
Part 1: Cheeky Cherub
Author: pyrosgf
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Jeff Hardy
Wordcount: 2809
Rating: PG-13 (NC-17 in a later part)
Warnings: Angst… nothing too heavy yet.
Disclaimer: Nope I don’t own them. Don’t claim it ever happened and all that jazz.
Notes: Okay this is my first crossover fic but since the Bradam pic of them kissing outside with Adam with purple hair I’ve been meaning to write an Adam/Jeff fic. So here comes the fucked up AU of Jeff Hardy as a runaway newly planted in LA meeting Adam in a club and the relationship that ensues. The Bradam pic:
Beta:
scorpio_15 who somehow deciphers my madness.
Jeff Hardy
Jeff had moved to LA three months ago and during that time, all he’s accomplished is working at a local clothing store to pay the rent for his ratty little apartment. He knows nothing of the nightlife of LA because in the few months he’s been living there, he’s only managed to make it to work and the corner store to buy the occasional groceries. Mostly he just eats take out.
He isn’t happy here, but anything is better than home. Home means a family that doesn’t accept him, and the pain that radiates through his body at the thought of it makes him glad he’s gotten away. His dad’s face when Jeff told him that he was gay; the pure hate had been like a knife to his heart, but that was a walk in the park compared to his brother’s reaction. Mathew, who had taught Jeff everything he knew, the man he looked up to, had spit in his face and walked out. That was all he could handle, and in that moment he had packed up what few things he owned and drove clear across the country before he’d managed to stop. He thought that somehow the City of Angels might comfort him and make North Carolina a distant memory, but alas the ache in his core never leaves.
He peers into the mirror in disdain as he surveys his appearance. Tonight was the night he was going to go out, he was going to be social, and he was going to make a new acquaintance.
“Even if it kills me,” he finishes aloud.
He runs his hand over his jeans, the black denim hugs every inch of his lower body and he can’t help but feel self-conscious because they seriously leave nothing to the imagination. If that wasn’t enough, his top is fiery red mesh and from his last rib down, the shirt had been slashed to show off his midriff. The tattered ends leave his navel ring exposed and it glints as he turns from one side to the other. His nerves are on edge, so much so that the sparkle of his navel ring reminds him that he’d meant to change out his lip ring. He sighs to himself as he grabs the glow-in-the-dark ring and quickly exchanges it with the ring in his lip. Then he’s ready to go. Well physically ready to go, he thinks to himself as he notes his trembling fingers.
“Calm the fuck down Jeff,” he drawls out loud. “Just because you’re a small town boy living in a big new city doesn’t mean you shouldn’t go out and have a good time. In fact it’s more than about time because now you’re fucking talking to yourself in third person,” he grumbles, traipsing from the bathroom and into the living room to grab his wallet before heading out the door.
“ID sir?” The bouncer’s deep voice creeps over Jeff’s skin as he holds it out for inspection. The flashlight glares up at his face for a moment as the bigger man compares Jeff’s picture ID to his face. When he’s satisfied, the bouncer gruffly informs him of the cover charge. Jeff swiftly hands over the money and the man steps away from the door long enough to let him pass. He almost chuckles to himself as he notices the golden gate painted on the door. What has he gotten himself into?
Jeff steps inside and is taken aback by the thump of music; so strong that he’s sure it’s running through his veins. Then the scents invade his nose, alcohol, cologne, and something that distinctly smells of his childhood. It’s then he finally looks around and notices the hundreds of bubbles floating through the air. His heart clenches in his chest as he remembers the hours he and Matt had spent running through the yard in the summer, blowing bubbles, running through the sprinkler, and just being kids. That scent is one that doesn’t leave you, he thinks to himself as he absorbs the rest of his surroundings. Hundreds of writhing dancers on the dance floor, bars lined with fluff to make them look like clouds, and everything looked pure and clean. There wasn’t a black item in the club with the exception of the clothing on some of its patrons. It is then he notices the angels scattered throughout the shifting crowd. There are several men in white feathery wings, wearing nothing but white g-strings and an abundance of glitter so their bodies give off an almost ethereal shimmer. They dance among the masses, their bodies gyrating to the ever-changing beat as men fall over themselves to be chosen as their dance partner. It’s fascinating, and Jeff stands stock still only inches inside the establishment, watching for several minutes until he spots him.
“What a beautiful creature,” he mumbles to himself as he watches the gorgeous man gyrate, head thrown back, locks of purple hair falling like an sugar plum river down his back. He feels as if a magnetic force is pulling him and his feet move of their own accord in the direction of the magnificent, shimmering being. Before he knows it, he’s standing a few feet from the angel and he notes sparkling blue eyes and pale arms marked with angel kisses. How ironic, Jeff thinks to himself as he stands frozen, waiting, waiting for that sexy man to finish with his current partner and beckon him forward.
In the meantime he takes in what he can see of the body before him. Those gorgeous eyes slip shut, and his lips part slightly as he sways against the gentleman in front of him. Jeff is transfixed, staring at the sensual pink tongue that peaks out and licks that full lower lip. He finds himself mimicking the action when suddenly those eyes open and are right on him. He gasps as the intruder moves away and the rest of the angel’s lean form comes into view. He’s not a body builder but he’s well defined, Jeff notes as the angel’s curling finger draws him forward into his orbit. Warm hands in his pull him forward and a soft breath at his ear makes him shiver.
“Looking mighty sinful tonight,” the voice croons softly. “My name is Adam.”
He turns his head so that his lips are at Adam’s ear. “Jeff… the name’s Jeff,” he repeats nervously as the purple haired vixen presses their bodies closer together. “Nice to meet you,” he finishes before pulling back slightly to look in Adam’s eyes. They’re even more amazing up close, and Jeff smiles genuinely for the first time in months, feeling embraced by the angel and his pure, honest eyes.
Their bodies grind together and time passes by unnoticed as Jeff takes in the details. Bright blue eyes rimmed with silver, powdered shadow a shade of chrome coats Adam’s lids, but when he notices that Adam even has freckles on his lower lip, it’s all he can do to not reach up and taste them. No, instead he gazes at the spatter of angel kisses that go down to the angel’s shoulders, which sparkle, but nothing can hide the freckles that seem to cover his entire body. For a moment, Jeff wonders if they are everywhere and almost wants to ask. Damn being a polite southern boy.
Adam’s mouth turns up in a pixie grin as he leans into Jeff, rocking their torsos together, their obvious attraction to one another evident, and then Adam presses his lips into Jeff’s and everything in his world disappears except for the feel of angel lips on his. Nothing has ever felt better, and considering the amount of men he’s been with through the years, that says a lot about Adam. The kiss sparks a physical yearning but at the same time, something about it makes Jeff feel afraid for reasons he can’t figure out right then.
Starting to panic, he pulls out of Adam’s grasp, and the confused look that crosses Adam’s features wrenches his heart. He closes the distance once more until he’s close enough that Adam can hear him over the music.
“I… I have to go… I’m sorry… I can’t do this… I shouldn’t be here.” The words rush from his lips as the tears burn in his eyes. But before he can pull away, Adam’s warm fingers grasp his wrist and Jeff finds himself being tugged along until they reach the bar.
“Hey Tony… can I get a pen up in here man?” Adam asks as he grabs a napkin. Tony tosses a pen at his head and he catches it, reflexes like a cat. He quickly jots down his name and number and shoves the napkin into Jeff’s back pocket before finally releasing his wrist. “Listen I don’t know what’s got you so flustered, but if you need someone to talk to about it, call me.”
He gives Adam a watery smile before dashing from the bar and into the bustling streets.
The sense of loss he feels envelops him like a sorrowful jacket. He tries and fails to pull himself up from the floor, so instead he crawls into the bedroom. With one last pitiful surge of energy he manages to get onto the bed and then his limbs go limp as the tears flood him anew.
“Matt… god Matt why… I miss you… you were the only one… you were the only one who was there for me when mom died… and now… oh God!” His voice cracks as it echoes into the darkness. “I need you Matt… I can’t do this without you… you were always there to pick me up… Matty I’ve fallen.” The words continue to stream from his lips until sleep finally comes.
He jumps straight up in bed, eyes wide and staring into the fading image that’s burned into his mind. “Matt,” he whimpers as he looks back as his tear-stained pillow. The sheets are wet and the chills of the cooling sweat cause goose bumps to rise up along his still clothed body. He stands in the darkness and fumbles until he makes it to the bathroom.
As he looks at his reflection in the mirror he sees his clothes, reminding him of the Cheeky Cherub, and “Adam,” he says aloud as he looks down at the mesh shirt, glinting and sparkling in the light. Everything floods back to him at once and he reaches into his back pocket as he remembers what Adam had said to him. He pulls out the napkin and sets it oh so gently by the sink… just incase, he thinks to himself. He doesn’t want to need anyone, he wants to be able to get through this himself, but on the off chance that he needs an ear… Yeah.
Jeff runs his fingers tentatively over the red mesh, and when he pulls them away they glitter. He stares at his fingers and wonders why he had such a strong reaction to Adam. Something about this man tugs at a place he hasn’t been touched before and it scares him. Scares him to the point that he reaches to the sink and grabs Adam’s number. With a deep breath he tosses it into the trashcan, strips out of his clothes, takes a piss, and heads back to bed in hopes of a dream-free sleep. Hopes are futile, he thinks as his mind drifts away.
He laughs and it sounds like music as it reverberates around him. The wispy white clouds under his bare feet are cushy and he toes at them curiously while breathing in the purity around him. He smiles as the scent takes him back… his mom hanging freshly washed laundry out on the clothes line. The scent when it was dry was amazing; it was the aroma of sunshine and everything pure in the world all wrapped into the clean sheets. This place smells like sunshine, and for a minute he imagines his momma with her dress blowing in the breeze as she collected the sheets off the line. Just as a tug of sadness creeps in, a voice in the distance pulls him out of that impending black hole.
“Jeff,” the voice lilts, the sound curling around him like a warm blanket. “Lay down, sweet boy.” The voice comes again and this time Jeff shudders with anticipation, of what he isn’t sure, but he does as he’s commanded. The clouds swaddle him and he nestles there for a moment, waiting for that beautiful sound again. He blinks, and then his vision focuses on a pair of iridescent wings. Those wings sprout from a very freckled bare back, and he realizes in that instant exactly what he’s seeing and then the sparkling being before him turns around.
Jeff gasps at the beautiful, pristine smile gracing Adam’s lips because his lips lie, and his eyes are nothing but sin. They dance with blue fire and for a moment Jeff is sure that the embers will spill out and consume him.
Adam floats down to settle beside him and he gets a really good look at those wings and the large expanse of freckled skin that surrounds them. The angel turns his face so that their eyes meet. Jeff glances at the wings and back at Adam, his brows raised in a question. Adam nods his permission and Jeff’s fingers come up to touch the delicate shimmering feathers that are just within his reach. They’re silk underneath his fingertips and he rises up to study them further. Upon closer inspection, Jeff notices that each feather has a slightly different shape and that, along with the way they’re woven together, is what causes the light to bounce off of them. That is the reason the wings almost glow with the ambiance and warmth of the sun.
He brushes his fingers lightly across one wing until he reaches the place where it embeds itself into Adam’s back.
“Do they… how…” Jeff whispers, his hand now resting in the middle of Adam’s back.
Adam chuckles quietly as he unfurls the wings to their full expanse and they flutter softly. He turns to gaze at Jeff, his expression serious. “I feel your pain, but trust me, they’ll come around.”
Jeff opens his eyes, a small smile splaying his lips as the dream still sits on the edge of his sub-conscious. It dances on the tip of his memory leaving him warm, safe, and loved for the first time in a long time.
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Date: 2010-01-05 08:32 am (UTC)Jeff gasps at the beautiful, pristine smile gracing Adam’s lips because his lips lie, and his eyes are nothing but sin. They dance with blue fire and for a moment Jeff is sure that the embers will spill out and consume him.
was just downright lyrical.
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Date: 2010-01-05 09:09 am (UTC)This one will get there, but yeah. Thank you for the input. <3
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Date: 2010-01-05 01:40 pm (UTC)it's glambert14 from twitter
your my new favorite person
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Date: 2010-01-05 10:50 pm (UTC)Look at all these great comments! I knew ppl would like it ;p Never doubt your brilliance, bb.
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Date: 2010-01-05 07:33 pm (UTC)It was the Jeff that brought me here but I can see this pairing working so well. The imagery is just magical, and Jeff - angsty and beautiful, brave and scared is just immense.
Definitely want to read some more of this :)
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