FIC: Pretty Screams In Paradise

[lettered]

I'm sure your thoughts are with the families of the victims of VATech, as mine still are.

But this is done; I don't want to work on it any more, and maybe it will take the mind off for a moment for one or two of you. (Not that it's particularly heartening, I should mention.)

Please mind warnings.

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Title: Pretty Screams In Paradise
Rating: NC-

Comments

[lostakasha]

Joy,

The terrible beauty of this piece left me speechless. The images here thunder like heartbeats and echo like Angel's empty heart.

Angel’s face was hard, like wax, and when his lips at last parted in shallow renunciation and defeat, his face sagged slowly, stiffly, like a dripping votive candle, distorted in its demise. Incredible.

Reading this was such a tactile experience but that doesn't really cover it -- besides the gorgeous juxtapositions between sensations of temperature (the heat of Connor's face, the 'lukewarm' feel of Angel's, for example) and texture -- this has such an orgasmic feel to it. Every line built to something inevitable and terrible and I felt pulled toward the next and the next even though it hurt and I wanted desperately to stop reading.

This is me being inarticulate and I hope you understand because I'm still so emotional I can't give you feedback like a reviewer would.

There was a moment that your words dissapeared and there was nothing but a cruel, beautiful eddy of feeling that just caught me with them.

At last Angel looked up, his eyes darkening the way Connor had seen blood blackening an innocent girl’s dress, once, when Connor had had to decide the lines he would cross for love. “The truth is I love you, Connor.” Angel’s voice was heavy with the choice. “I’ll show you any way you need me to.”

Amazing.

This is one of the most beautiful fics I've ever read, fannish or otherwise. Thank you.

[lettered]

A! Wow, I'm really flattered. I'm glad the metaphors/imagery got to you because I really regard you as one of the experts in that arena.

This is me being inarticulate and I hope you understand

Of course I understand, because it's often how I feel after reading your stuff, too. But this fb fills me with bursting pride, so I approve of everything you have to say, here. :o)

Thanks so much. I put a lot of effort into this and was pretty pleased with the result; I'm touched it affected you so deeply.