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Title: Lost Boy (the stars breathe in the empty spaces)
Author:
snowdarkred
Word Count: ~11+ K
Paring: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine/Others
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: highlight to read | past rape of a minor, depression, prostitution. also, semi-experimental prose style. also some underage alcohol abuse and smoking (cigarettes) |
Author's Note: This story is written from a limited third-person perspective, from the point of view of Chris Pine. Chris does not refer to himself by name in the prose, though other characters do call him by it when they are speaking to him. Chris is a very fucked up young man who has a lot of problems. This story is a journey, one that takes us from Chris's childhood to his awakening. It is written out of order, with parts that (hopefully) slot together to form a coherent whole. I've been working on this monster for almost nine months. It's my baby, one that I am almost hesitant to share due to how high my emotions were during the process. I poured everything into this fic, and I hope you enjoy it half as much as I do. See this post for further commentary.
Summary: Semi-AU. Chris Pine is broken and has been for a while. But the fragments of his life are slowly coming together, and Chris begins to slowly put his life in order. All his has to do is keep reaching up for the stars and learn to trust again.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
-- Oscar Wilde, “Lady Windermere's Fan”
Author:
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Word Count: ~11+ K
Paring: Chris Pine/Zachary Quinto, Chris Pine/Others
Rating: Hard R
Warnings: highlight to read | past rape of a minor, depression, prostitution. also, semi-experimental prose style. also some underage alcohol abuse and smoking (cigarettes) |
Author's Note: This story is written from a limited third-person perspective, from the point of view of Chris Pine. Chris does not refer to himself by name in the prose, though other characters do call him by it when they are speaking to him. Chris is a very fucked up young man who has a lot of problems. This story is a journey, one that takes us from Chris's childhood to his awakening. It is written out of order, with parts that (hopefully) slot together to form a coherent whole. I've been working on this monster for almost nine months. It's my baby, one that I am almost hesitant to share due to how high my emotions were during the process. I poured everything into this fic, and I hope you enjoy it half as much as I do. See this post for further commentary.
Summary: Semi-AU. Chris Pine is broken and has been for a while. But the fragments of his life are slowly coming together, and Chris begins to slowly put his life in order. All his has to do is keep reaching up for the stars and learn to trust again.
“We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
-- Oscar Wilde, “Lady Windermere's Fan”