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fic, meme, nba slash

meme answers
Steve

1. Why Steve?

horizon_greene, actually. I had little interest in basketball or in writing anymore, until I visited horizon_greene in Phoenix, May 2005, and we watched some Dallas/Phoenix. Then, when I got home, I started watching Steve play on my own and discovered one of the greatest passions of me life. Who knew? A scruffy, aging, white point guard.

2. Best trait:

His intensity combined with his intelligence.

3. Worst trait:

This is difficult. Maybe his sarcasm? Makes him hard to read sometimes.

4. I find it profoundly easy to write Steve. Easier than any other character I've ever written before and it's because, on some level, I relate to him.

5. Paragraph(s) that describes him:

Not moving later because he can’t - his knees are locked and stiff - Steve stays kneeling over Manu until the various pains in various joints become too much. His body isn’t built for this. It’s old and it’s beaten to shit and he’s gonna pay for his acrobatics in the morning. But if Manu is there, then maybe the usual aches and pains won’t seem so sinister; maybe Manu will make him young again for a little while.

With an audible pop in his left knee, he straightens out and then rolls over, leaving Manu free to get up and clean up.

When he lays back down, Steve throws an arm over him and it’s as much of an admission as he can make to Manu about feelings and Manu doesn’t seem to want to press for anything more.

Comfortable, then, he just lays with Manu, like people do after sex, until he thinks that Manu must have fallen asleep.

He’s awake though, Steve discovers, when he tries to move his arm because Manu catches his hand - the one with his ring on it - kisses it and says, more carefully than usual, “I would wish that this were different, somehow. That we were other people living other lives, but I can’t. I wouldn’t have ever wanted you if you weren’t Steve Nash and I would never want to give up what I have.”

All the glittery things, Steve thinks without rancor, feeling a little hollowed out by what Manu’s saying as much as by the fact that he’s saying it at all. And besides, if wishes were horses . . .

But there you have it. Life’s full of could haves and should haves and Steve’s racked up a year’s worth of those in a month. And when it comes down to it, he’s a better fit with Manu than maybe anyone else he’s known in over three decades, Dirk included, but yeah. He wouldn’t wish them over the rainbow either.

He tightens his hand in Manu’s because there’s nothing to say, really, but there never really has been, and shuts his eyes.

They’ll take what they have - a summer that might just be endless if they play it right - a summer where Steve doesn’t age and Manu is a star, before the season starts all over again and they go back to being fathers and husbands and basketball players.

Back to being alone. -- "All the Glittery Things"

Of course I plan to write Steve again. I just don't know when or where.

Melo

1. Why Melo?

Three reasons: 1) horizon_greene again. She pointed out his smile. 2) I could watch him three nights a week and familiarity breeds obsession. ;) 3) Eddie. That first season I watched the Nugs, Eddie and Melo were all over each other. It was like soft porn, just for me, on a regular basis.

2. Best trait: His looks. Hands down, I just find him attractive. Plus, his seeming innocence in the face of all evidence to the contrary.

3. Worst trait: His lack of intelligence. It's an intregal part of his character, but it's a challenge in writing him

4. Melo is a fairly easy character to write, when I'm in the mood. I prefer, however, to write around him and not deal with his POV because of his vocabulary issues. Also, I just think it's sexier to see Melo through other people's eyes.

5. Paragraph(s) that describes him:

Complaining about it won’t do any good, though. Just like with everything (and everyone) else, Melo thinks he owns the road and I’m not gonna go anywhere near that ego tonight. Although I’d like to. Damn. The kid said once that he wanted to be bigger than John Elway. Which is such shit. Saying that in Colorado is like saying you’re gonna be bigger than God.

But hey. If he keeps making miracles happen then who knows.

Prophet. Savior. Baby superstar. -- "Promised Land"

Melo’s got this whirling thing going on in his head and it’s a good thing Eddie’s holding him up, otherwise he might do something gay, like, fall over, or giggle or even squeal. -- "Through Broken Glass"

“No. I mean, maybe I was just --” Melo’s not sure how to say that he was confused more than anything else, because that sounds like he’d be admitting to something about himself that he and Eddie understand but don’t ever talk about. “I don’t know. He was this big, big thing that happened to me, all of me, and I didn’t know how to deal.” That sounds better. “I wanted his life. His cars, like the Rover. But -- oh.” He grins at Eddie. “He drives a Mercedes kind of like yours.”-- "Dreaming My Way Deep"