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you seem, to me, to be present in a lot of fannish endeavours.
I think that might also be called "time to get a life outside of LJ." Heh.
I think that's true of me as well
And I love that about your fic; I can identify with that part of your writing process as I read the story, and it gives me something easy to seize on in feedback. "Sphinx" comes to mind right away, and your notes on "Harmony" too, when you talked about splitting the story into its discrete sections with epigraphs and (in the beginning, at least) word counts to match the original. Giving a story idea structure definitely makes the writing feel more manageable.
the intimacy seemed very intrusive for both House and Wilson. I wonder if that was intentional, or if it was just me.
It was intentional-at least, it definitely was in the second part, where House is on the receiving end. That was uncomfortable for me to write, as it was uncomfortable for House to accept what Wilson was offering, and between that and the clinical setting, to this day I have trouble thinking of the bathroom scene as being sexy. As I think we'll all agree, House is not a person who opens up easily to other people. (Whether he was different before Stacy ordered the debridement, we'll probably never know.) Wilson had to push him into accepting real intimacy, stripped of the quips, pretensions and rough handling that marked their encounter in Wilson's office-and it's a good thing they know each other so well, because Wilson knew that House wanted and needed it and also knew how to approach and treat him, and House, in turn, trusted him enough to take the leap.
When House was getting Wilson off, I think the intimacy-as-invasion was more subconscious on my part. The interrogation was mostly a plot device leading to the coincidence of Wilson's orgasm with his admission that one of his dead patients reminded him of House. I was consciously concentrating on weaving the patient stories together with Wilson's catharsis and House's gradual realization that this was affecting him more than he'd expected. But it's so true to House's character, I think, to ruthlessly invade people's privacy, whether to satisfy his own curiosity or to help them, or both at the same time, and to take comfort in being in that more powerful position. It felt right for House to lower Wilson's defenses and grill him instead of rifling through Wilson's drawers (although … *snerk*). Wilson's more accustomed to being invaded violated exposed insert-innuendo-free-word-here than House is, and the story was told from House's POV, so I think both of those contributed to the first encounter feeling less uncomfortable than the second. If that's true for you.
Um. Does that answer the question?
Also, like a timestamp meme: where do you think that story 'verse would potentially end up?
The reason I haven't tried a timestamp meme yet is that when the story ends, the curtain closes in my head too. It's rare that I get a flash of something that happens before, during or after one of my stories that didn't make it into the story itself. For this one… I can imagine a bunch of possibilities, and actually a lot of them made it into the story in the paragraph where House sees himself and Wilson in all those different scenarios, but I'm not sure which one "really" happens. In general when it comes to House/Wilson, I'm of two minds: that they're both so screwed up they could never sustain a relationship, let alone a healthy one, and that they're perfect for each other, so that they'd understand what's going on beneath each other's words and actions and stay stuck together. I'm going to have to get back to you on this. Although, I am curious: how do you see it turning out?
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