Unrelenting

Jul 30, 2007 13:06

Unreleting

The first thing House was aware of was light.  He pried his eyes open and peered blearily in the direction of the unwelcome intrusion.  Sunlight.  Peeking through the blinds on his bedroom window.  Morning?  When did that happen?  Think back, think back…  Oh yeah, Wilson and his wonder drugs.

That stuff really knocked me for a loop.  I ( Read more... )

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triedunture July 30 2007, 20:13:23 UTC
Wow. A simple story, with a familiar set-up, yet there was something more tender about this story than all the others I may have read. I liked the plain language: nothing flowery and nothing sinister. Just straight up sweetness. Which made the segue into the hotness seem natural and beautiful.

Memming for sure for those rainy days when I need good happy!fic.

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l57371 July 31 2007, 01:35:44 UTC
Thank you! Can you define how you mean "more tender"?

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triedunture July 31 2007, 01:57:49 UTC
*thinks* I will try. I mean...there's a softness to House, a nervousness that should seem very silly considering he's such a tough cookie. But it doesn't because maybe...I don't know, let me use an example. House is debating, then finally kisses Wilson's neck while he sleeps. The first signs of encouragement are chalked up as dreams about other people, and every step of the way, House is certain this is all going to blow up in his face. Even at the end, when Wilson just wants to talk. It's a little thing, but it felt like the right kind of vulnerability for House, which is hard for a lot of fics to get across. Make sense?

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l57371 July 31 2007, 02:23:32 UTC
I think so. Insecurity, yes?

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triedunture July 31 2007, 02:27:42 UTC
*smacks own face* Why yes, that would be a good word for it. Instead, I wrote an essay on the subject. *sheepish*

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