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Author: Saki101
Fandom: Skyfall
Pairing: Q/Bond
Genre: AU (not exactly university!AU, sort of graduate fellowship!AU)
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: ~5100
Disclaimer: The usual, because neither Skyfall nor any of the other films of Ben Whishaw are mine and no money is being made.
Summary: Story within a story: James narrates a fairy tale by the lake. (The one he began writing in the last scene of Part III.)
A/N: Influences from BW's performances in The Tempest, Richard II, Hamlet and The Hour have made their way into the story.
(Also posted on AO3.)
Part I may be found here, Part II here and Part III here.
Excerpt: James finally looked down, didn’t meet the keen gaze there, focussed on the curve of Q’s throat, raised his hand to it. “Don’t close your eyes. It’s too much like death,” he explained. His voice became quieter. “And my duty is to guard your life.”
“The king never sleeps?” Q asked.
James’s fingers brushed along Q’s neck, lingered over the pulse. “No, of course you must sleep, but where you’re safe,” James answered matter-of-factly. “Where I know you’re safe,” he finished, almost as an aside.
( In This Fragile Cage of Bone (Part IV) )
Fandom: Skyfall
Pairing: Q/Bond
Genre: AU (not exactly university!AU, sort of graduate fellowship!AU)
Rating: R-ish
Word Count: ~5100
Disclaimer: The usual, because neither Skyfall nor any of the other films of Ben Whishaw are mine and no money is being made.
Summary: Story within a story: James narrates a fairy tale by the lake. (The one he began writing in the last scene of Part III.)
A/N: Influences from BW's performances in The Tempest, Richard II, Hamlet and The Hour have made their way into the story.
(Also posted on AO3.)
Part I may be found here, Part II here and Part III here.
Excerpt: James finally looked down, didn’t meet the keen gaze there, focussed on the curve of Q’s throat, raised his hand to it. “Don’t close your eyes. It’s too much like death,” he explained. His voice became quieter. “And my duty is to guard your life.”
“The king never sleeps?” Q asked.
James’s fingers brushed along Q’s neck, lingered over the pulse. “No, of course you must sleep, but where you’re safe,” James answered matter-of-factly. “Where I know you’re safe,” he finished, almost as an aside.
( In This Fragile Cage of Bone (Part IV) )
