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[round one] Artist: brynnamorgan
Title: A Better Idea
Subject: House and Wilson during one of House's dream sequences, when Wilson decides he has a "better idea" as to what they could be doing and acts on it.
Pairing/Rating: House/Wilson, NC-17.
Medium: 3D CGI, using Poser 7, with postwork in Adobe Photoshop CS3.
Artist:
brynnamorgan


Title: A Joy Forever
Author:
bell
Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: R
Length: 21 000 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Wilson's dead, but that doesn't mean he's gone.
Excerpt:
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Subject: House and Wilson during one of House's dream sequences, when Wilson decides he has a "better idea" as to what they could be doing and acts on it.
Pairing/Rating: House/Wilson, NC-17.
Medium: 3D CGI, using Poser 7, with postwork in Adobe Photoshop CS3.
Artist:
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Title: A Joy Forever
Author:
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Pairing: House/Wilson
Rating: R
Length: 21 000 words
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Wilson's dead, but that doesn't mean he's gone.
Excerpt:
"I wish you hadn't died," House said. He thought of how boring the hospital seemed without Wilson there to provide annoyances, entertainment, and support. Something caught in his throat, and so he looked away. Once it was safe to speak again, he said, "Everyone's been bossing me-- more than usual-- ever since. It's irritating."
They sat on a wooden porch, facing a group of birch trees bursting with deep-green summer leaves; the sun was warm on House's skin. He and Wilson were each in their own wood and straw chairs, which, whenever they moved, moaned against the worn veranda panels. House was vaguely aware of the girl with strawberry-blonde haired girl off to the side, creaking on a rocking chair, but she didn't matter, so he ignored her.
"Sorry my death inconveniences you," Wilson offered, without sounding sorry at all. "I didn't mean to get knocked off, if that helps." He drank from a glass of juice and House could see the moisture glistening on his lip; smell the orange on his breath. Absently, House wondered how his dreams could hold so much more sensory detail than his waking life.
House grunted. "Whatever." He grabbed the orange juice, more to claim a vengeance from Wilson than to cure his thirst, and drank all of it.
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