Re: FIC: Ophelia Drowns (PG)inkvoicesAugust 14 2012, 01:33:06 UTC
There's more small acts from you? WHAT?! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN AND HOW DID I MISS IT?!
Again with the so much packed into your writing and I am never going to get tired of being in awe of that. And, as ever, gorgeous writing :D
Things of yay: cries hollow screams of nothing harking back to the uselessness of words and that it's the acts that matter in this verse? She holds still. Maybe me reading too much into a little sentence, but. A moment when Natasha choses to stop, to still, for herself. She does it because it's the thing to do to save her life...so all those times when she wants to stop for Clint but needs to be made to stop? And then at the end of the verse when she voluntarily stops without the prop of the rope? I read this as Natasha stopping, being still, is of life-saving significance, of necessity. That she draws the remaining breath from his lungs is so pragmatic and yet somehow feels more of a violation than her sleeping with people to kill them, than seducing them to kill them, and the comparison you draw with it being a lover's embrace, that packed a punch for me. And glass coffin and strike of midnight, yay for more fairytale references! Also, the lady of the lake and rising from the lake calls to mind King Arthur legends :)
Clint and a motorcycle, oh yes please and thank you :D And your use of words - that it gives Natasha the excuse to 'cling' and that it's 'clinging' not merely holding on. That he 'kills' the engine, very appropriate. You're so good with choice words.
Natasha refusing to ask for help, Clint refusing to help unless she asks (him who insists on the ask and answer importance throughout the series), him giving her his warmth and that not counting as help, his teasing of her stammer, the simple I liked this dress at once amusing and also that yes, Natasha can like clothes, why not? And that Clint tries to fix it somewhat, that knight in shining armour wannabe with his motorcycle steed *grins*. And that she thinks of him as close enough to kill before being close enough to kiss, her priorities and experiences there, ouch. Just SO MUCH <3 I'd be interested to hear where you'd place this in the overall series?
Re: FIC: Ophelia Drowns (PG)inkvoicesAugust 20 2012, 19:45:59 UTC
I'm falling behind on promptathon and online life myself, meh. But reply-age is never redundnant! I love comment conversations :D
Your writing demands thinky thoughts. On the second read through. The first I'm too busy devouring the words *grins*.
That's interesting, that timeline placement. Because I can see where the tension lies, but they still work so seamlessly together and there's trust between them - he trusts her to do the mission, even when it means her beig a car crash, and she trusts him, hopping on the back of his motorcycle, and I can almost see where the lines are starting to blur, where they're starting to maybe trust each other outside of work...Clint fixing her dress... Interesting!
Again with the so much packed into your writing and I am never going to get tired of being in awe of that. And, as ever, gorgeous writing :D
Things of yay: cries hollow screams of nothing harking back to the uselessness of words and that it's the acts that matter in this verse? She holds still. Maybe me reading too much into a little sentence, but. A moment when Natasha choses to stop, to still, for herself. She does it because it's the thing to do to save her life...so all those times when she wants to stop for Clint but needs to be made to stop? And then at the end of the verse when she voluntarily stops without the prop of the rope? I read this as Natasha stopping, being still, is of life-saving significance, of necessity. That she draws the remaining breath from his lungs is so pragmatic and yet somehow feels more of a violation than her sleeping with people to kill them, than seducing them to kill them, and the comparison you draw with it being a lover's embrace, that packed a punch for me. And glass coffin and strike of midnight, yay for more fairytale references! Also, the lady of the lake and rising from the lake calls to mind King Arthur legends :)
Clint and a motorcycle, oh yes please and thank you :D And your use of words - that it gives Natasha the excuse to 'cling' and that it's 'clinging' not merely holding on. That he 'kills' the engine, very appropriate. You're so good with choice words.
Natasha refusing to ask for help, Clint refusing to help unless she asks (him who insists on the ask and answer importance throughout the series), him giving her his warmth and that not counting as help, his teasing of her stammer, the simple I liked this dress at once amusing and also that yes, Natasha can like clothes, why not? And that Clint tries to fix it somewhat, that knight in shining armour wannabe with his motorcycle steed *grins*. And that she thinks of him as close enough to kill before being close enough to kiss, her priorities and experiences there, ouch. Just SO MUCH <3 I'd be interested to hear where you'd place this in the overall series?
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Your writing demands thinky thoughts. On the second read through. The first I'm too busy devouring the words *grins*.
That's interesting, that timeline placement. Because I can see where the tension lies, but they still work so seamlessly together and there's trust between them - he trusts her to do the mission, even when it means her beig a car crash, and she trusts him, hopping on the back of his motorcycle, and I can almost see where the lines are starting to blur, where they're starting to maybe trust each other outside of work...Clint fixing her dress... Interesting!
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