I am really glad you liked this; I wasn't sure if the ghost-Ephraim and Adeline would speak to anyone other than me! <3 (As for Sammy coughing up river, aww, hope that shared pie helped a bit.)
I've read this several times now and have found more and more small details to love each time. I love how vivid and rich the setting and story is, how carefully you've crafted your words to fit the mood of the story you're telling. also love me some hurt!Sam, and thank you for giving Dean some pie! :)
the loveliness of this prose-poetry, the words, the skips in time that fill with longing or heavy silence or quiet understanding, the ring with the three-faces and the priest who knows the Winchesters for what they are, what they really are, the water and the imagery and their trip north to Centralia (I wanted to write, so badly, about the Winchesters in Centralia, and also the Winchesters and Johnstown, and I researched so much about both places but could never feel adequate, felt these stories needed more atmosphere and more history, and here you are giving me both, beautifully). The shoofly pie and the way Sam can't see Ephraim in a picture at first but imagines him, lost and uprooted, the idea of the river as something alive, something that rips through lives and tears up hope. And then the river again, peaceful. And Sam, through it all, his thoughts and his thoughtfulness, the softness of his soul, and the non-bitter sweetness to him when he thinks you don’ t know, and maybe, if
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Seems we both love landscapes of the weird, shadowed ground, floodplains, hidden earths full of stories (and Centralia and Johnstown; oh I know! Both have personal meaning to me, too.)
Thank you so much for this lovely comment, and again for your amazing fill for my prompt at the ohsam meme...Sam seining for souls. I'm so happy you found a Sam you love here, too.
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And I'm always a sucker for a bit of hurt Sam!
Thank you for sharing, this was wonderful :)
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the loveliness of this prose-poetry, the words, the skips in time that fill with longing or heavy silence or quiet understanding, the ring with the three-faces and the priest who knows the Winchesters for what they are, what they really are, the water and the imagery and their trip north to Centralia (I wanted to write, so badly, about the Winchesters in Centralia, and also the Winchesters and Johnstown, and I researched so much about both places but could never feel adequate, felt these stories needed more atmosphere and more history, and here you are giving me both, beautifully). The shoofly pie and the way Sam can't see Ephraim in a picture at first but imagines him, lost and uprooted, the idea of the river as something alive, something that rips through lives and tears up hope. And then the river again, peaceful. And Sam, through it all, his thoughts and his thoughtfulness, the softness of his soul, and the non-bitter sweetness to him when he thinks you don’ t know, and maybe, if ( ... )
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Seems we both love landscapes of the weird, shadowed ground, floodplains, hidden earths full of stories (and Centralia and Johnstown; oh I know! Both have personal meaning to me, too.)
Thank you so much for this lovely comment, and again for your amazing fill for my prompt at the ohsam meme...Sam seining for souls. I'm so happy you found a Sam you love here, too.
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