“Forgive me if the two seem remarkably similar,” Mohinder snaps.
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Mohinder freezes in shock, his heart pounding against his chest. There’s no way to misinterpret the image on the camera - the other two, they’re heading this way, and Thompson is dead.
Thompson is dead. The blood spreads slow and thick -
Mohinder swallows the bile
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Oh, thank you so much for writing this. I really liked the disjointed, out-of-order way that you wrote this. It gives a sense of uneasiness, which of course fits perfectly. And the pacing was excellent. I loved loved loved it xinfinity. A totally awesome present. *morally grey hug*
The counter digs into Mohinder’s back; Thompson’s hand is hot on his thigh, hooked over Thompson’s hip. Their groins are flush together, somehow, and Mohinder moans around the tongue in his mouth, loosening against the hand that slips under his shirt. <---HOT.
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You're very welcome! I wasn't sure the disjointed would work - it's a gimmick I've used before, but I've never actually put a fic in exactly opposite order, back to front.
*returns morally grey hug* I'm glad you liked ^_^
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Wow. I almost didn't read this because...well...this is a pairing I didn't really want to think about. But this was just so well-written...amazing. To me, good fic is less about the characters in it than it is about the skill of the writer, and this one was excellently done. Thanks.
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Well, thank you :) I appreciate that; I'm glad you liked!
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I'm glad you liked ^_^
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