FIC: Dissolution (Adult Content Warning)
I. Breaking Apart
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It’s almost a year to the day since the crisis was declared officially over, since things finally seemed to settle down, since life returned to some kind of normalcy and the city was bolstered and made bold from its brush with blood and terror, that everything unexpectedly goes to hell.
It’s hard to say exactly what’s ( Read more... )
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It’s almost a year to the day since the crisis was declared officially over, since things finally seemed to settle down, since life returned to some kind of normalcy and the city was bolstered and made bold from its brush with blood and terror, that everything unexpectedly goes to hell.
It’s hard to say exactly what’s ( Read more... )
This hurts so bad. The unspooling horror and slowly unwinding truth of what's going to happen to them is done so well. I kept thinking maybe they'll find a voice on the radio or something will let up--but you kept it honest to where it had to go, and I appreciate that. Really glad you didn't veer away.
Also happy at how long this is, in case you didn't know. :D We would have missed out on brilliant little pieces of the story like Dan experimentally biting his own arm, or Ror scanning the radio dial as a distraction, or missing the pigeon.
Oh god the ending ;_; exactly what it should have been for this. I can't describe very well my feelings about it now but what you should know is I'm seriously floored and impressed. That little memorial to Dan between the brackets was pure love and now I need to call the people I love just to appreciate and say hi because wow.
Favorite line that isn't the ending:
The monsters swarming downstairs test it every few minutes. They have short memories. Because that's where the horror ( ... )
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Yes. That makes me love Dan to tiny little pieces right there. That's so him. That he didn't just... off himself in a less painful way beforehand. That he just stays and tries, like you said. Living together up until the very last inch.
Definitely. Because it whittled everything down, as end-of-the-world pieces should, to the question of what is most important. And who would you rather be with when life as you know it is ending in seconds. POWERFUL STUFF I TELLS YOU.
Seriously, you are always welcome. Thank you for writing stuff that makes me want to wall-of-text myself. And for the most thoughtful responses ever jeez.
ALSO ENJOY MY LAME ATTEMPT AT CHEERING AUTHOR UP
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OK TO MAKE UP FOR IT can I write you that "it was all a dream" thing you mentioned above? Because strangely enough I had the urge to write something like that last but didn't want to impose/be weird/etc.
By the way: IT WAS AN AU AND IT DIDN'T HAPPEN :D
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you're an amazing awesome person, to be so concerned for my mental wellbeing over this and just for how thoughtful and wonderful you are in general.i need to start saying these things
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;_; ♥ That's so kind, really, it's the least I can do. Tuff, you, lio, and sandoz were extremely nice to me when I was an anonymous accountless noob and then again when I finally got an account and let me tell you I was having some tough times and needed it. So now I feel like showering everyone in giant gushy friendship. IT'S THE CIRCLE OF NICE
And idk if you run out of all the other cool people in the world to talk to and need venting I'm daylily_moon on yahoo messenger and undersnowysky on AIM. just so you know!
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thank you, really.
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yes.
:| /is so awkward god wtf
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He comes awake all at once, pulling at air like a drowning man.
Somewhere downstairs wood is splintering and there's an echo he can't quite place and the bed is rocking, one last, one last, but all he can feel is the body that is somehow warmer than it has ever been, hands gripping him, they're at the door and this bed is the last place in the world and it's okay, it's okay, it's not okay but this is the only-
It tilts, goes wrong like a somersault underwater and he can't think which way is up, this is his bed but he wasn't-
Rorschach is over him, all the dark shadows are gone and the terrible hunger and the terror. The midmorning sun casts yellow like some kind of merciful benediction on his face and Dan's heart cracks at it, is this the last firing of dying neurons or some kind of fleeting reward before-
"Hrn. Daniel."
Through the sudden spreading blur he can see the quirk of a smile and God, Rorschach.He's hovering over, his back making one ( ... )
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<3 So much love. You're wonderful. Thank you so much for this.
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I'm really glad to hear you're liking it. ♥ And you're quite welcome of course!
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Rorschach is sitting drowsily in what was once his kitchen-their kitchen now, a mutual claim by unspoken agreement, ungrudgingly given.
It takes some thinking and brain-pulling for him to remember why Rorschach is tired in the first place; they've been working on a case. They've been working on a case and grabbing only enough sleep to keep moving.
Dan thinks he can understand a little of Jon's confounding way of living: last night conjures up two entirely different nights in his mind simultaneously and they layer one on top of the other. It makes him glance sideways at the basement door as scrambled eggs sizzle, but the longer it remains silent and innocuous, the less he looks at it.
His stomach is still nervous enough that he picks at his plate and swallows his coffee whole, but Rorschach is eating with a ravenous pleasure. The sight of it repairs a crack in his heart he didn't even realize was there.
Rorschach hrums quietly in ( ... )
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He comes home. He puts the supplies away, stores the food. He walks into the living room holding his breath and isn't sure why.
Rorschach is there dozing on the couch, stretched out and relaxed and leonine in his unawareness. Light from the window spreads across his chest and throat. To be able to see him like this, how much they've become-
Tears sting at the back of Dan's eyes, and only now does it really and truly sink in: it was only a dream.
He wants to-he wants to be beside him, close to him, to somehow crawl inside him and for once there's nothing sexual about his impulse even though it's the strongest thing he's ever felt. Dan crosses over to the couch, embarrassed that he's only halfway sorry to be waking Rorschach, but it's not enough to keep him from clambering over the armrest and sinking down until they're pressed together, his body molding to his partner's from long association ( ... )
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However I must single this out: If the purpose of that visit to death's dream kingdom eeeeee hollow men reference, what a perfect way to tie it back into the end of the other fic. <3 <3
Thank you so, so much.
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You're very, very welcome. ♥ Feel better, you!
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