"...You Don't Forget," Ch. 11/?

[blindswandive]

Title: ...You Don't Forget, Ch. 11/?
Author: blindswandive
Characters/Pairing: Ambrose/Cain; feat. Azkadellia
Rating: PG13 - PG16
Summary: Apparently no one's adjusted, anymore. Wounds are tended, plots are hatched, and bad habits die hard, but at least we're developing a "can do" attitude.
Warnings: Medical ouch, questionable bedside manner, vegetable

Comments

[lionille]

AIEEEE! I think I start all my reviews for this fic off that way, but man. Ambrose's thought processes gave me a shiver, especially how he views how others must see them:

the unimpeachable Tin Man and the well-tolerated Headcase

The glitch hand continues to break my heart and I just want to hold it.

Ambrose didn't realize he was crying until his glitch hand was tickling at his cheeks, trying to bat the saline away.

Picture of awesome:

Cain couldn't have done much at his post, but neither could she, and it was enough that Ambrose could safely go dig for medical books in the flock of unorganized texts on his shelves in the bedroom. He brought back everything he could find, and settled onto the floor on his stomach like a child with his toys.

And he whole thing with the key, and how he puts the key BACK around Cain's neck when he's done locking up and lies on the floor....

And Cain trying to piece everything together through Ambrose's vagueness.

And as if this weren't enough I see there's a new part up now... *runs around in little circles before heading to next part*

[blindswandive]

::hugs!!:: Thank you for your aieees! They are wonderful!

And he whole thing with the key, Thank you, the key was probably my favorite thing in either version of this. <3 Ambrose is so... so.... ::well, pets him, anyway::

Thank you so much!