catching a breath, finally
Less than 24 fours left till the wedding and finally everything seems to be taken care of. Of course it isn't, but I have blisters on my feet and a pounding headache and I refuse to lift another finger till tommorow morning, when there's the make-up, the hairstylist, and all that girly stuff
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Fascinating how - even without a single word spoken - the understanding is there, completely and utterly.
You have a way of describing his eyes which makes me want to shiver - which makes me want to keep him safe. What is this? It's not like he needed protection. But then again, that brings me to the end of your story. It looks like he does need protection after all. If only from his own demons.
That final scene was incredibly strong. Succumbing, letting go - even *trusting* her enough to get that close to her, to let his tiredness and vulnerability show this much - in must have been hard for him.
I very much enjoy the similarities you point out between them.
And that scene in Egypt was powerful, even though it was very short. That single, brief meeting of their eyes, and the dawning understanding - it's a scene I would give a LOT to see portrayed on screen.
Your characterisation is very clear and pronounced, without slapping the reader in the face with unnecessary facts. It is delightful to read.
Now, as for the thought of a sequel. I'm torn. This is so good as a stand alone, but I know that I have a burning desire to see what happens afterwards, to see how they will react when they meet again. Will he drop his cocky mask around her? Will she ever let him this close to her again?
Normally, I'd say: Leave it. But a rather large part of my brain is just now kicking that small part of my brain which said that, and desires to see more. Even if you need to be bribed.
Name your price. :o)
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