I simply feel lucky to have read it before everyone else. It's hard to say what my favorite moment was but I hold fast to this:
It's easy, after that. Dean manages to play it cool for about two point five seconds after he's free before his face crumples and he whispers, "Sammy," and Sam just falls into him.
Which is about a 10.5 out of 10 on my breaks-my-shit-up-o-meter. I love Sam's desperation and the loneliness, the build-up, the way everything is inevitable and fierce, and the way the last line hits me every. single. time.
Answering this years late, because I suck, but you are, like, the most encouraging, wonderful beta ever, and the fact that you comment on top of that is incredibly sweet. *loves on you*
I am always afraid I am too "YAY WOW THIS IS AMAZING" and people want me to be more "HERE IS WHAT TO CHANGE DAMN IT" but I can only do what I know I like, I guess, and I also loves me the feedback, and encouraging writers who are awesome is something I really need to get on more often. You definitely deserve it. :) It is my pleasure. Really.
Thank you! The differing POV thing is weird, and I was little nervous about it... it's easier since they were apart for much of the story, but at the end when it's just the same story over, really hard not to just make it redundant and boring. So very glad it worked for you :-)
And it's funny - I had no idea how much I liked Missouri until I wrote this. Now I'm like OMG SHE'S GRATE! Funny what playing with someone in your head can do.
I really love this whole series of stories. Gorgeous, gorgeous writing and lovely characterization. The desperation and need and palpable love is just heartbreaking.
This is astonishingly gorgeous. I don't think I left a comment on the first part - shame on me, but it just hurt too much. I've pulled myself together for this part.
If he'd had a thousand years, he couldn't have imagined anyone -- even Dean, and Sam knows just how much his brother loves him -- hurting like that over him, and the revelation is both humbling and terrifying. It's staggering to try to quantify Dean's love for Sam.
He thinks it should be harder to say, that it should feel like a momentous decision, but it's just a simple fact, as unremarkable as the blue of the sky or the heat of the sun. Good, Sammy.
"Boy, what did you do to him?" I love your Missouri.
can throw a dagger with more precision than he can, and Sam thinks there was a time when Dean would have tried to bang her on principle alone. This is awesome.
He pulls off Dean's boots, then his jeans and t-shirt, unable to shake the image of a frat boy preparing a rufied coed, especially when each newly revealed bit of Dean's skin sends a guilty jolt to his
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You know, you leave these wonderful comments, and I'm always kind of at a loss how to respond, because apparently answering feedback is even harder than leaving it, but... just, thank you, a lot. Your comments always leave me glowing.
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It's easy, after that. Dean manages to play it cool for about two point five seconds after he's free before his face crumples and he whispers, "Sammy," and Sam just falls into him.
Which is about a 10.5 out of 10 on my breaks-my-shit-up-o-meter. I love Sam's desperation and the loneliness, the build-up, the way everything is inevitable and fierce, and the way the last line hits me every. single. time.
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And it's funny - I had no idea how much I liked Missouri until I wrote this. Now I'm like OMG SHE'S GRATE! Funny what playing with someone in your head can do.
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Thank you so much... what gorgeous feedback.
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If he'd had a thousand years, he couldn't have imagined anyone -- even Dean, and Sam knows just how much his brother loves him -- hurting like that over him, and the revelation is both humbling and terrifying. It's staggering to try to quantify Dean's love for Sam.
He thinks it should be harder to say, that it should feel like a momentous decision, but it's just a simple fact, as unremarkable as the blue of the sky or the heat of the sun. Good, Sammy.
"Boy, what did you do to him?" I love your Missouri.
can throw a dagger with more precision than he can, and Sam thinks there was a time when Dean would have tried to bang her on principle alone. This is awesome.
He pulls off Dean's boots, then his jeans and t-shirt, unable to shake the image of a frat boy preparing a rufied coed, especially when each newly revealed bit of Dean's skin sends a guilty jolt to his ( ... )
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