She had an accident and woke up in 2008. Thank God.
Today's fangirl post is an analysis of fid_gin's work. Her masterlist is: here. She's a master of romance, and her prose sometimes verges on poetry. No one writes intimacy better than fid_gin and I'm about to explain to you why.
In rereading everything she wrote to prepare for this post, I was struck by her ability to convey, in a paragraph, emotions that should be incomprehensible. This is one of my favorite paragraphs, possibly of all time:
And she wonders why he bites when he makes love to her. How can he not? Behind her: her little, pale body curled and curved perfectly into his - he endeavors in every conceivable way to cling to her, claim her, hold her to him. He revels in the flesh, the thing his race - masters of the mind and spirit - denied. Their loss. The Doctor fancies himself a sexy renegade, a pornographic terrorist as he brings Rose to orgasm...waits, brings her again until she pleads with him no more, not tonight. Sore. Happy. Here. In his eyes, at this moment, she is perfect. God - if you believe in such things (and he doesn't, no matter how much he may call out for 'Him' in these moments) - help any creature who would ever take her from him.
Belief
Aside from the heart-squeezing angst of what the Doctor is feeling, I think, stylistically, there's much to be said for this paragraph. I just love the turn of phrase here: "sexy renegade"; "pornographic terrorist". The Doctor is making love to Rose... based in love, but also based in a need to have her, to keep her. It's love, but it's selfish love.
She addresses this theme in the Doctor/Rose relationship a lot... the sort of all-consuming, bordering on selfish nature of their relationship.
Laying next to each other the way they often did, she sleeping and him taking whatever kind of rest it was he took, she'd awoken with him spooned up behind her and his hand almost absentmindedly cupping her breast. Turned in his arms and his eyes were open, bottomless and that was the end for both of them. Lovers. So much to each other previously, but at that moment, finally, lovers, and Rose found afterward, sad and frustrated, that she could not recall every detail with the clarity she wanted - like a drunken encounter. Only flashes: his fingertips splayed over her skin...his sharp hipbones, and him lifting one of her legs to gently rest her ankle on his shoulder, and how it felt both strange and so right to scream for her Doctor...
Lies
Rose wants to hang on to the memories of the Doctor and wants to have that memory preserved perfectly... the ultimate in selfish love. But it's the good kind of selfish. It's the heady, honeymoon selfishness. It's the selfishness of wanting preserve happiness. And it's beautifully preserved in amber by fid_gin.
Go read everything she's ever written. And be sure to leave a review!
In rereading everything she wrote to prepare for this post, I was struck by her ability to convey, in a paragraph, emotions that should be incomprehensible. This is one of my favorite paragraphs, possibly of all time:
And she wonders why he bites when he makes love to her. How can he not? Behind her: her little, pale body curled and curved perfectly into his - he endeavors in every conceivable way to cling to her, claim her, hold her to him. He revels in the flesh, the thing his race - masters of the mind and spirit - denied. Their loss. The Doctor fancies himself a sexy renegade, a pornographic terrorist as he brings Rose to orgasm...waits, brings her again until she pleads with him no more, not tonight. Sore. Happy. Here. In his eyes, at this moment, she is perfect. God - if you believe in such things (and he doesn't, no matter how much he may call out for 'Him' in these moments) - help any creature who would ever take her from him.
Belief
Aside from the heart-squeezing angst of what the Doctor is feeling, I think, stylistically, there's much to be said for this paragraph. I just love the turn of phrase here: "sexy renegade"; "pornographic terrorist". The Doctor is making love to Rose... based in love, but also based in a need to have her, to keep her. It's love, but it's selfish love.
She addresses this theme in the Doctor/Rose relationship a lot... the sort of all-consuming, bordering on selfish nature of their relationship.
Laying next to each other the way they often did, she sleeping and him taking whatever kind of rest it was he took, she'd awoken with him spooned up behind her and his hand almost absentmindedly cupping her breast. Turned in his arms and his eyes were open, bottomless and that was the end for both of them. Lovers. So much to each other previously, but at that moment, finally, lovers, and Rose found afterward, sad and frustrated, that she could not recall every detail with the clarity she wanted - like a drunken encounter. Only flashes: his fingertips splayed over her skin...his sharp hipbones, and him lifting one of her legs to gently rest her ankle on his shoulder, and how it felt both strange and so right to scream for her Doctor...
Lies
Rose wants to hang on to the memories of the Doctor and wants to have that memory preserved perfectly... the ultimate in selfish love. But it's the good kind of selfish. It's the heady, honeymoon selfishness. It's the selfishness of wanting preserve happiness. And it's beautifully preserved in amber by fid_gin.
Go read everything she's ever written. And be sure to leave a review!