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oh, how i love arctic exploration history
On the first night around the fire, Fraser tells him more about Sir John Franklin.
"Wait," Ray says, "wait a minute, did you say food poisoning? And then they were eating each other? Ugh, that's gross, Fraser."
On the second night around the fire, Fraser tells him about the Greely Expedition.
"Hey," Ray says, "do you have any stories that don't involve cannibalism? How come you didn't tell me any of this before the adventure? Hey, were you luring me up here to eat me? That's not buddies."
On the third night around the fire, Fraser tells him about Elisha Kane, Charles Francis Hall, John Ross, and more and more and more names that Ray's never heard of.
"Fraser," Ray says, "I am sick to death about hearing about people freezing and starving and getting trapped in the ice and floating on the ice and hiking and eating candles and bootlaces and being all noble and stupid. Don't you know any happy stories?"
Fraser looks thoughtful.
"When I say adventure," Ray says, "I don't mean death and destruction and all this stuff. I mean an adventure. That's a whole different thing."
"Ah," says Fraser.
"Don't 'ah' me," says Ray.
"No, no," says Fraser, "I do understand the point you're making, I believe."
"You do?" says Ray.
Fraser kisses him on the mouth, and Ray pulls him closer through all their thick layers.
Later on the third night, Fraser tells him quiet things that nobody but the two of them need to know.
"See, Fraser, this," says Ray, "isn't this a better adventure? Nobody has to freeze to death and nobody starts nibbling on each other and nobody's living on an ice floe."
"Well," says Fraser, "not yet, anyway."
Ray says, "You suck."
"Wait," Ray says, "wait a minute, did you say food poisoning? And then they were eating each other? Ugh, that's gross, Fraser."
On the second night around the fire, Fraser tells him about the Greely Expedition.
"Hey," Ray says, "do you have any stories that don't involve cannibalism? How come you didn't tell me any of this before the adventure? Hey, were you luring me up here to eat me? That's not buddies."
On the third night around the fire, Fraser tells him about Elisha Kane, Charles Francis Hall, John Ross, and more and more and more names that Ray's never heard of.
"Fraser," Ray says, "I am sick to death about hearing about people freezing and starving and getting trapped in the ice and floating on the ice and hiking and eating candles and bootlaces and being all noble and stupid. Don't you know any happy stories?"
Fraser looks thoughtful.
"When I say adventure," Ray says, "I don't mean death and destruction and all this stuff. I mean an adventure. That's a whole different thing."
"Ah," says Fraser.
"Don't 'ah' me," says Ray.
"No, no," says Fraser, "I do understand the point you're making, I believe."
"You do?" says Ray.
Fraser kisses him on the mouth, and Ray pulls him closer through all their thick layers.
Later on the third night, Fraser tells him quiet things that nobody but the two of them need to know.
"See, Fraser, this," says Ray, "isn't this a better adventure? Nobody has to freeze to death and nobody starts nibbling on each other and nobody's living on an ice floe."
"Well," says Fraser, "not yet, anyway."
Ray says, "You suck."
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Ray says, "You suck."
hee hee hee hee!
But you, you Miss Pearl_O, you do not suck!
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*beams* Thank you, my dear!
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what a wonerfully funny story! I love the last line so, so much! And Ray's ideas about adventure and Fraser's understanding and his grim, grim stories :) Wonderful!
Thank you :)
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This is so very beautiful. And yes, that's Fraser's idea of romance. "Not yet, anyway."
(On a non-related note, this is why I think Rodney is so whiny. He's CANADIAN. He KNOWS how these great, inspirational scientific expeditions inevitably end! In TEARS. And eating your own bootlaces.)
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Hee. YOU NEVER KNOW, Livia! Anything could happen!
(On a non-related note, this is why I think Rodney is so whiny. He's CANADIAN. He KNOWS how these great, inspirational scientific expeditions inevitably end! In TEARS. And eating your own bootlaces.)
Hee hee hee hee. I think this is a BRILLIANT theory.
Also, the worst part is, I don't even know if they have bootlaces on Atlantis. They might have to end up just eating computer parts instead, which are MUCH less tasty.
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Later on the third night, Fraser tells him quiet things that nobody but the two of them need to know.
*melts* That's just gorgeous.
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*grins* I figured I could get away with sneaking in my big mushy squishy line in my little fic about cannibalism jokes.
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"Not yet, Ray" Hee!
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"I am sick to death about hearing about people freezing and starving and getting trapped in the ice and floating on the ice and hiking and eating candles and bootlaces and being all noble and stupid. Don't you know any happy stories?"
aww - poor Ray! He doesnt know yet that Fraser knows NO happy stories.
*snugs*
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*snuggles you back*
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Hee!
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AWW. Just. You know. Fuzzy glow-y feelings, there. *wanders off to be fuzzy someplace*
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Um.
Yes. I'm going to go hide my fried brain for a couple of days.
::adore::
Re: ::adore::
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Nicely done.
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Thanks.
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(sleepy and wordless)
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*dies of JOY and RAY-LOVE and a million other good things*
When I write my DS archeaology AU, I am totally linking back to this.
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I saw a link to this over at dS recs, and came over. Aww! *melts* And I love the dialogue.
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