Grace - Chapter 16 (part 2)

[flash_indie]

Title: Grace - Chapter 16 (part 2)
Rating: M
Fandom: P!atd (Brendon/Ryan)

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[mandy_croyance]

“My happy ending,” I say. “I want it now.”

I think I've nearly run out of things to say, ways to praise you. Not because you no longer inspire me to do so - far from it - but because I don't have your words, your ability to sling together phrases made of bated breaths and dropping stomaches. But it's not my gift; it's yours, and all I can do is thank you for placing it out on the ledge of your window sill for all of us to stare at with wonder and awe.

Your ability to capture people astounds me. To convey a person so wholly in a sentence or two. For someone so young, you seem to have the real, unvarnished world flowing through your finger tips. I know these people you've created. She's my mother; he's my friend; they're my worst enemy's second cousin, once, twice, three times removed. Your characters don't have three dimensions; they're princess-cut diamonds, sparkling anew under every ray of light.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love Claire. I met her but for a moment but I love her and I love her so hard.

Now I'm going to tell you to stay golden and I'm going to mean it. It will sound cheesy and I hope you laugh, but I hope you also smile because there's sincerity in my words. Be the Sun, Sophie. Because Robert Frost wrote that nothing gold can stay, but the sun... It comes up every morning.

[flash_indie]

It took me a while to think of a decent reply to this, y'know? You leave me such beautiful comments, it makes me feel so stingy.

I've never really thought of myself as an amazing writer, I kinda only started writing this because I couldn't get it out of my head. To have people saying things like this, about my characters, my development and stuff, it's unbelievable. I never know how to reply, how to respond, so I'm left stunted at a keyboard for hours on end, wracking my head for something that sounds beautiful so I don't just write the standard thankyousomuch. (But I end up leaving that too much anyway).

I love people, of all shapes and forms and sizes, and I draw them, write them down, I have a million things on my laptop where I've sketched out characters with words, just to get them out of my head. I was always intending to post some here, but I never really have the heart to. I'm bizzare like that.

Claire was fun to write, she's an amazing singer too, you should take a look at her myspace, Clare (I only realized I'd spelt her name wrong after I posted this. I'm such a retard.) Bowditch and the Feeding Set.

Maybe I can't be the sun, but I'll try, just for you.