Title: State of Grace: the Despair That Slumber'd remix (1/4)
Fandom: The Colbert Report/His Dark Materials
Rating: R
Disclaimer/Warnings: If you've read State of Grace, you know the drill.
Inspired by this epic subthread with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
w_thit on what TCR, and specifically the Expectingverse, would be like if everyone had daemons.
What follows is a sampling of scenes rewritten to fit that universe: one from Expecting, a bunch from the beginning of State of Grace. Stephen's daemon appears to be a kinkajou named Honeypie. But the closer he gets to Jon, the more of the truth begins to slip out.
The title phrase, like "his dark materials", is from Paradise Lost (book 4, line 23):
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd,—wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
One | Two | Three | Four&.
( Jon had always thought he had a fairly robust libido, but it was his partner who half dragged, half carried him up the stairs, and all but threw him onto the bed before tumbling down after him. And though Avi was rolling about on the floor like an overgrown kitten, Honeypie was suddenly friskier still, darting and dodging and climbing all over her. )
Fandom: The Colbert Report/His Dark Materials
Rating: R
Disclaimer/Warnings: If you've read State of Grace, you know the drill.
Inspired by this epic subthread with
w_thit on what TCR, and specifically the Expectingverse, would be like if everyone had daemons.What follows is a sampling of scenes rewritten to fit that universe: one from Expecting, a bunch from the beginning of State of Grace. Stephen's daemon appears to be a kinkajou named Honeypie. But the closer he gets to Jon, the more of the truth begins to slip out.
The title phrase, like "his dark materials", is from Paradise Lost (book 4, line 23):
Now conscience wakes despair
That slumber'd,—wakes the bitter memory
Of what he was, what is, and what must be
Worse; of worse deeds worse sufferings must ensue.
( Jon had always thought he had a fairly robust libido, but it was his partner who half dragged, half carried him up the stairs, and all but threw him onto the bed before tumbling down after him. And though Avi was rolling about on the floor like an overgrown kitten, Honeypie was suddenly friskier still, darting and dodging and climbing all over her. )