fic: this is the golden age (of something good and right and real)
summary: immortals!au in which they fall in love in 1961, fall apart in 1965, and fall again in 2015.
word count: 10.1k
warnings: the usual swearing/sex, vague descriptions of PTSD, somewhat detailed descriptions of war violence, implied character death
a/n: WHAT?!?!?!? CALISTA WROTE A ONE SHOT?!?! SAY IT AIN’T SO!! as always s/o to the other half of team sugar spice and everything nice, megan slimeboyhowell for cheering me on and letting me headcanon abt hot Marine phil at odd hours of the morning <33 i was gonna make a playlist for this but nobody ever listens to those, so i come bearing two wonderful songs for u to listen to that remind me of this fic: the song from the title, state of grace (acoustic) by taylor swift + forever and ever amen by the drums!
They’re unabashedly in love in the biting New
York frost of the winter of 1964, one month before Phil leaves for Vietnam.
Dan is twenty-three and
already established as a photographer at The New York Post; Phil teaches
English and Art History to thirteen and fourteen year olds at Astor Country Day
on the Upper East Side. Their apartment (their, their, their, he loves
reminding himself of the sharedness, even now) in the Village is cluttered with
scattered mementos of their three years together, photographs framing bare
skin, cheap photo booth strips, notes signed with hesitant x’s and drenched in cologne,
brochures from the Van Gogh exhibition at the MoMA from the year before. It’s big enough for the two of them to hole themselves in from the
tenacious hum of the city below, to hide them from eyes that linger too long on
their clasped hands and twin smiles, to last on artist salaries.