Ooh, I'll take it! :) I always love a good Shannon/Boone fic!
This is so them, fighting over every little thing and not admitting the underlying tenderness or attraction. They do fight like siblings even though they're really not. Great use of the prompt, thank you so much!
I'm so glad you liked it! It was a great prompt. I'm amazed how the prompts are inspiring fic I never could have guessed at, and how varied everything is.
I for one am thrilled to see Shannon/Boone (I've missed them), and this was wonderful. Those two did fight like crazy. Great, and different, use of the prompt. Sometimes you just got to go with the muse.
Nice. I can see this so clearly in my head. My feedbacker isn't very articulate tonight, so I'll just quote the bit that I thought was the most...evocative?
She struggles, flapping at him like a bird caught in a cage. He won't let her go. They fall, together, a tangle of legs and arms, into the soft damp grass of somebody's lawn.
His voice is a warm buzz in her ear. "Breathe, Shannon." And she does. There's a wheeze in it, but her lungs expand and fill. His fingers are against her stomach. She opens her eyes and his gaze on hers is as blue as the sky.
You did such a great job of capturing the dynamics between siblings, even though Boone and Shannon aren't really related at all. And you worked in such realistic details -- the canon fact of Shannon's asthma and Boone's need to help, to rescue, and the other details that *feel* real, like Boone always having to drive. The dialog is wonderfully real, too. I wish I could leave fb that does this as much justice as it deserves! Forgive me for being tired, okay? I thought it was wonderful, and I loved revisiting two characters who I ache for and miss so much.
Thank you! I'm so happy that both the details felt real and that the dialogue worked. This one practically wrote itself, as though those two stubborn characters knew exactly what they wanted to tell. I'm glad you liked it. :)
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This is so them, fighting over every little thing and not admitting the underlying tenderness or attraction. They do fight like siblings even though they're really not. Great use of the prompt, thank you so much!
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She struggles, flapping at him like a bird caught in a cage. He won't let her go. They fall, together, a tangle of legs and arms, into the soft damp grass of somebody's lawn.
His voice is a warm buzz in her ear. "Breathe, Shannon." And she does. There's a wheeze in it, but her lungs expand and fill. His fingers are against her stomach. She opens her eyes and his gaze on hers is as blue as the sky.
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