Comments | inlovewithnight: Fic: "Feu dans le Sang" (Hornblower)

inlovewithnight

Fic: "Feu dans le Sang" (Hornblower)

Mar 18, 2006 00:24

And sometimes I deal with the junk going on in my life/my head/whatever by going to the coffee shop at the bookstore, burning my hand, and writing a short flailing!Horatio bit. Complete with pretentious French title. Yes ( Read more... )

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Comments 19

lamis_p March 18 2006, 09:42:35 UTC

Oh - I like. Crazy messed up Horatio <3 and Archie (I almost said Lee :p) all sexy and sweet. Excellent.

inlovewithnight March 20 2006, 02:33:56 UTC

Thanks. :) Hee, Archie-Lee switchage, I know exactly what you mean.

paraxdisepink March 18 2006, 11:12:31 UTC

Horry's such a lovesick crazy little drama queen *pets that muffin* He deserves a kissy for such a spazzy little moment haha Give me a kissy, Archie.

paraxdisepink March 18 2006, 11:13:08 UTC

Oops, I meant give Horry a kissy, not me. What is my problem? hah

inlovewithnight March 20 2006, 02:34:21 UTC

Horatio thinks too much. Archie needs to kiss him until he stops thinking.

::loves your Freudian slip on who's getting kissed::

:)

mylodon March 18 2006, 12:47:32 UTC

I never read stuff that hasn't got dialogue - not in fanfic, not in books - but I am so glad I made an exception for this. The last sentence in particular is lovely, but then so much of this piece is.

inlovewithnight March 20 2006, 02:34:42 UTC

Thank you! :)

nolivingman March 18 2006, 12:59:01 UTC

Oh, Horatio. Such a head case. Lovely writing.

inlovewithnight March 20 2006, 02:35:04 UTC

Horatio thinks himself into a tizzy. Poor baby. ::hugs him::

asta77 March 18 2006, 13:49:23 UTC

I think this is now one of my favorite pieces that you've written. I've never thought of Horatio being quite so passionate. And it seems Horatio cannot see himself as such either - thus he torments himself over these feelings he can not quite understand...No less than raving, than madness, that, brought out by him and your strange need for him, the heat and pressure under your skin that only he seems to summon and only he can calm.

He is not afraid, and you envy him that, the surety you seem to find nowhere except in commanding your division. And even there, the surety is only in the heat of the moment, and deserts you before and after.

I just love these lines because I feel they are a perfect summation of Horatio. We see in the films his fear and uncertainty; the constant questioning of his abilities when left to his own thoughts when there is not some crisis or battle to occupy him. It makes sense that he would apply that same sense of introspection, self-doubt, and internal torment to his personal relationships as well.

inlovewithnight March 20 2006, 02:36:03 UTC

Oh, thank you! That's what I was trying to get across, it's so nice to know that it made it through. :) He overthinks EVERYTHING. I don't think he knows how NOT to. (Not that I know how that works, or anything...::cough::)