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All of the posts about VK starring as a prostitute in a play have apparently had an effect on me. Dreamed of Connor many different times this weekend. I tried to articulate one of them in this ficlet.

Title: Sisters
Author: Me
Rating: PG
Characters: (not a sexual pairing) Fred, Connor
Spoilers: End of S3 -ish


She had a pretty laugh. It sounded like breaking glass, tinkling and shimmery. He hadn't wanted to put the smoke in his lungs like she had. He was a warrior and wanted his lungs strong. He didn't mind eating it. At first, he panicked. His eyes began to swell, and when he turned his head to look at her, to ask if his eyes were swelling out of his head, it seemed like it took seven years. And that was incredibly funny to him. When he laughed, it made her giggle. Glass. She was like a piece of glass.

"Did you know you were a piece of glass?"

"D'you just call me a piece of ass?"

"Piece of glass. You are a piece of glass. Listen. It's like a clue. Glass."

Fred started laughing, then collapsed on the arm of the couch, her leg across his. He put his hand on her ankle. So thin... he thought. Glass. Breakable. But strong. Fred began to make tiny noises - hums - as she fell further under the effects of the smoke she put in her lungs. Connor liked it when she closed her eyes. She didn't seem so strong, then. Sister. We could be sisters. Brother and sister, he mentally corrected. Relatives. I like her being my sister.

They both had thin, pointed chins, shiny and unruly hair, narrow chests, delicate bones in their limbs. Glass. But strong. He wished she was physically as strong as he was. They could fight side by side.

"We could fight side by side. Be a family. I want a family."

Fred gave a sleepy laugh, "Connor, you have a family. Angel is your family. We all are family here. Mmm." More humming.

"Sometimes I think you are my sister."

Fred sat up and threw her arms around his neck. "Ooh! I always wanted a sister! Older sister, so I could watch her and her boyfriends make out. Ooh! No! Younger sister. She'd look up to me, I'd teach her how to wear makeup..." Fred giggled and clapped her hand to her mouth. "Ha! Makeup. I never wore makeup. That was for cheerleaders, not Science Club presidents. I used to watch Cordy put on makeup. I liked to think that we were sisters. But we didn't look much alike."

"We look alike."

"Oh my god! We do! Come on."

Fred took Connor by the hand. He smiled down at her small fingers, at the smooth skin in his hand. Just alike, he thought. He let Fred drag him up to the third floor of the hotel to her room. She made him sit cross-legged on the counter of the bathroom. She sat against the wall, ignoring the light-switch digging into her back, her feet in the sink. She handed him a tube.

"It's like a wand. Rub it over your face a bit."

It felt sticky, and when she reached out, he handed it back to her and did the same to her face. It was beige, and she put it under her eyes and made a T across her forehead and nose. He mimicked her actions, smoothing the paste over his face. She got a thin stick out of a drawer and lunged at him. He grabbed her wrist and stopped squeezing when he felt her bones grind against each other.

"Hey! I'm not going to stab you!" Fred giggled, "I did the same thing when Cordy tried to put eyeliner on me, too. But, ow, without the superhuman strength."


Fred held his face still with her left hand, told him to "look up and to the right," and she began to outline his eyelids with the dark brown kohl. She gave his other eye the same treatment, then took a Q-tip and shaded the lines she had drawn. He looked in the mirror. His eyes looked more fierce. But softer, too. He relaxed his face and he looked vulnerable, soft. Fred hopped off the counter and rested her head on his shoulder, faces touching.


I would like to wish the happiest of birthdays to anelith and to tx_cronopio. I await your birthday requests, and your spankings. *leers*


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Mar. 14th, 2005 07:01 am (UTC)
Awww. Sweet and a little disturbing, as most Connor things are.

OOh, death by eyeliner. Not pretty.
Mar. 14th, 2005 07:27 am (UTC)
Connor I love. He's like Faith but fragile. And even more jacked up. It took me a bit to like him, but then I loved him. LOVED.

I need a pic of VK in eyeliner. I'll just pretend Boone is VK.
Mar. 14th, 2005 07:42 am (UTC)
Connor's right- Fred is like glass, although she's like the best hard-to-break tempered lab glass. Clear all through, is that girl.

On the other hand, Connor being insightful is even more disturbing than Connor being a butthead, and this is a ather scary little bit of a fic for that reason.

Julia, good morning
Mar. 14th, 2005 07:47 am (UTC)
Oh, my Connor is smart as blazes. Grew up in hell, saw things for what they are, and should be feared. Angel figured that out while bobbing with the high/low tides, and part of Angel is proud of that.

Good morning to you! (Thanks for this most excellent way to start my day, m'dear.)
Mar. 14th, 2005 07:45 am (UTC)
Naughty naughty.

I remember an interview a couple of years ago when someone asked David how Vincent was fitting in on Angel, and he said, "Oh, very nice. We have a big playpen we keep him in." He said some other weird stuff, but that was the most disturbing. Every time I think about that, I picture Vincent roaming around the set in a big diaper.
Mar. 14th, 2005 07:48 am (UTC)
Maybe with a bib? And sippy cup? Okay, that disturbs me, too.

I love that Connor looks weak and girly, but is a warrior through and through.

And now I will stare at the sexiness that is your icon....
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Mar. 14th, 2005 08:02 am (UTC)
Icon. Check. Fic about B/A/S. ch--check. I'll do my best.

Sounds like a good day so far!

I thought the same about Connor. That's why the scene with Cordy saying over and over, "baby, it wasn't you" hurts me. Took me a bit to get that bit, but then it hit me and Connor made me HURT.
Mar. 14th, 2005 07:55 am (UTC)
Oh I love this. Boys in eyeliner are HOT!
Mar. 14th, 2005 08:03 am (UTC)
Thanks! Boys in eyeliner is SO hawt. I pulled out my yearbooks and looked at the pics of my "boyfriends," most of whom are gay now. Ha! But they were so pretty... Hee!
Mar. 14th, 2005 08:07 am (UTC)
Connor in makeup squee!

I love this; love the way you've written both of them, and of course I am a sucker for Stoned!fic. Just made a connor icon, do you want? I haven't loaded it on mine, but can email the blank.
Mar. 14th, 2005 09:19 am (UTC)
Sure! I'll never say no to blanks...

Connor should have had an episode where he just gets to the Hyperion from Qor'toth and takes Cordy's red lipstick and draws lines on his face.

Of course, I have a thing for Indian warriors, so that may just be me.
Mar. 14th, 2005 08:17 am (UTC)
oOOooOo I love this!
Very dreamy and delicate and pretty.
Mar. 14th, 2005 09:20 am (UTC)
Thank you! What a lovely compliment! (She's almost gone, BTW. Spam me later.)
Mar. 14th, 2005 09:41 am (UTC)
Work that androgyny, Connor! ;) And how much do I love Fred? Lots.
Mar. 14th, 2005 11:30 am (UTC)
His androgyny pleases me, she said in her best Illyria tones.

Mar. 14th, 2005 10:13 am (UTC)
I am warmed and fuzzed, yet a bit wierded out... so it's perfect! I never really looked a Fred and Connor as compatable people, but yeah I can totally see this, plus Connor would have any of those went-to-primary-school-and-gender-specific-role issues.

And of course there's the boy with eyeliner thing that makes me very happy.
Mar. 14th, 2005 11:32 am (UTC)
I have this theory that Connor needs a mom BAD. Cordy was his mother substitute, but because of his hate/need for Angel, Connor took it to a different level, and it became all about his dad. I had a dream that Fred and Connor were the same person, but separate bodies, and my dream logic understands this perfectly. My fic made it work this way.

I am almost 100% positive that you gave me the base of him in his eyeliner. Yum.
Mar. 14th, 2005 11:19 am (UTC)
This was incredibly sweet, and yet weird and poignant at the same time. As though it was a fragile bit of moment; a mosaic of memories. I think you captured them flawlessly. :)
Mar. 14th, 2005 11:33 am (UTC)
uh... I have nothing to say to that fantastic compliment you just paid me. Wow. Thank you!
Mar. 14th, 2005 12:20 pm (UTC)
That was awesome! I love Fred and Connor bonding, and Connor's insights into Fred character...I love Fred deciding he was her sister *snarffle*
Mar. 14th, 2005 02:23 pm (UTC)
And I cannot get "Sisters... Sisters... There were never two such lovely sisters..." Hee! 10Q
Mar. 14th, 2005 02:09 pm (UTC)
It's weird, I normally don't find Connor attractive because he's girly-looking, but putting him in eyeliner paradoxically kinda changes that. Loved this fic, such gorgeous atmosphere and great interaction.

Ooh! Also, I finally got a chance to read "Silence of the Hams" (well, not so much a chance as I kind of neglected my studying for a bit) and OMG so funny! Great characterizations and so many laugh out loud hilarious parts. And touchingly nostalgic, with the harkening back the cheap beauty products of youth.
Mar. 14th, 2005 02:25 pm (UTC)
Same here. I like the idea of him becoming more girly to be attractive. Or animalistic. If he had better hair when he first showed up, yum. Like at the end of Angel when he's preppy and normal then starts kicking ass. Yes, please.

Thanks for the SotHs love. I need to finish it, but I'm stuck with keeping the Mayor as the mayor. He wants to go ballistic, but it's a parody. Hmmm. Dr. Pepper Lip Smackers. Life is good, huh? Except for you turning into a zombie! *hides brain*
Mar. 14th, 2005 03:08 pm (UTC)
Like glass-nice
I like how you compare Fred and Connor to glass. They are fragile yet strong. Both are beautiful to look at, but in different light you see different things reflected, different angles, notice different things like flaws and perfections. That's a good description, um metaphor... simile, whatever. Also, I like boys in eyeliner... mmm pretty boys... Greatness
Mar. 14th, 2005 04:07 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you!

And when you get the right boy in eyeliner... *wibble*
Mar. 14th, 2005 03:48 pm (UTC)
Oh dear.

I...uh. There's a kink I never had before.


Mar. 14th, 2005 04:06 pm (UTC)
Ditto. And it seems like it's here to stay for a bit. And I am NOT working on a ficlet with Angel recalling the ladies of the 18th Century. How how black their blood looked on their powdered flesh. And wondering how black his son's blood would look as he sneaks a peek at those two putting on makeup in Fred's bathroom.

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Mar. 14th, 2005 05:16 pm (UTC)
fic = gah
icon = guh
me = grblfzstr!
Mar. 14th, 2005 05:24 pm (UTC)
Hee!! And your icon, Lynne...

*is puddle of goo*

I have another bit that someone (look up) is checking over for me. I am so rusty with the angst and smut. Silly smut? Check. Something that is actually good? *creak*

I am obsessed today with VK in makeup.
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