hi! welcome back and hope you're feeling better! just wanted to say that i absolutely love Closer and i go feral every time i think of the future fitzier installment of the terror kink au
hi, hello!! the stress is - diffusing out in different directions! which is fine! that’s okay!!
I’m so happy you love Closer, that very much warms my heart. I’m actively drafting the fitzier installment right now, so, um, have an excerpt of JCR introducing Fitzjames to Francis?? As a treat??? and a thank you for still being invested???
Francis glances up, and then up again, making a point of slouching back in his own chair instead of standing. Fitzjames is--well, he’s all charm on the surface, easy height and broad shoulders, and when he stops biting his lip and smiles broadly, it’s to display shockingly white teeth. The wine glass he’s carrying is nearly full, but his face is flushed with drink anyway, cheeks fetchingly pink. God, he’s just--latex, from top to bottom, the lights glinting off him. Francis inhales while he’s thinking of something to say, expecting sweat, latex, and body odour, and he’s just opening his mouth when the scent that he’s actually smelling finally hits his brain, and processes.
Fitzjames smells like the ocean. Like salt, and waves, and the sea, like coming home--and it so startles Francis that he closes his mouth again without saying anything.
“I’m sure you’re familiar with his work,” Jim says, slinging his arm around Fitzjames’ shoulder, grinning broadly.