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Title: Faithless and Faithful
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iesika
Rating/Warning: Sex and language. And sad. This story is rated sad.
Characters: Tim Drake, Bernard Dowd
Spoilers/continuity: Set just after the main events of War Games (After Bruce tells Tim about Steph)
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me.
Summary: Grief makes people act a little funny, sometimes. Fordarthbatgirl’s How Tim Lost His Virginity Challenge (which I have been calling Timginity, because I am a dork).
Huge thanks tofelonazcorp for the beta. Any errors which slipped through are totally my fault.
( story behind the cut )
Title comes from D.H. Lawrence’s Hymn to Priapus, which is long, so here’s the most relevant bit:
I, who am worn and careful,
How much do I care?
How is it I grin then, and chuckle
Over despair?
Grief, grief, I suppose and sufficient
Grief makes us free
To be faithless and faithful together
As we have to be.
Time for the shameless begging, again, folks. I'm nearly done with another fic for this same challenge (so Tim is front and center), and would love for someone to beta-read it... just a quick and dirty overview for grammar and spelling issues the automated checks failed to find. I would be EVER SO appreciative. There will be Bernard! Briefly. Also, the story premise and its contents are a great big secret, but it would be quite easy for me to work in a little gift at the request of someone I might be beholden to in any sort of way...
Author:
iesikaRating/Warning: Sex and language. And sad. This story is rated sad.
Characters: Tim Drake, Bernard Dowd
Spoilers/continuity: Set just after the main events of War Games (After Bruce tells Tim about Steph)
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me.
Summary: Grief makes people act a little funny, sometimes. For
darthbatgirl’s How Tim Lost His Virginity Challenge (which I have been calling Timginity, because I am a dork). Huge thanks to
felonazcorp for the beta. Any errors which slipped through are totally my fault.( story behind the cut )
Title comes from D.H. Lawrence’s Hymn to Priapus, which is long, so here’s the most relevant bit:
I, who am worn and careful,
How much do I care?
How is it I grin then, and chuckle
Over despair?
Grief, grief, I suppose and sufficient
Grief makes us free
To be faithless and faithful together
As we have to be.
Time for the shameless begging, again, folks. I'm nearly done with another fic for this same challenge (so Tim is front and center), and would love for someone to beta-read it... just a quick and dirty overview for grammar and spelling issues the automated checks failed to find. I would be EVER SO appreciative. There will be Bernard! Briefly. Also, the story premise and its contents are a great big secret, but it would be quite easy for me to work in a little gift at the request of someone I might be beholden to in any sort of way...
