something to ponder.

[lo0o0ony_lauren]

hey hey hey look! Once again I have done my old trick of, not only writing fic when I don't have TIME to be writing fic, oh no, but also, not even working on the thing I should be working on. You officially have to do a special kind of course to actually be as rubbish as I am.

Title: So Soon Grow Cold
Fandom: Being Human
Summary: Back-story,

Comments

[moogle62]

- A pale, dark-haired gentleman was sat at the head desk, writing something down; Mitchell realised about this time that he hadn’t entirely thought his great plan through. - I did a little spack here. A very big little spack.

- "Jesus fucking Christ," said Mitchell, quite fairly. - as did this, because, I love 'quite fairly' after than sentence, and, and, okay, ajdnfkjadbjkabv.

- OH MITCHELL, YOU ALREADY KNEW YOU WOULDN'T GOOOO.

- He’d always had a suspicion that he might be the messy one, but now he knew for sure. - SPLAAAAAARGH. This is basically the only reaction I could form to that, but it is an exact replica of the noise in my head. Ack, just their living habits merging into one so that Mitchell can't tell one way from the other made me go all wibbly and wrong.

- That Herrick had had no option but to find and bite and change legions of people, to build up his own little domain and pretty much take over an entire fucking building just to fill the space that Mitchell occupied. It was a terrifying, horrible realisation. - OH GOD. OH GOD.

- Oh God, thought Mitchell. What a terrible thing I must have done to deserve your love. - OUCH: oh hey, what was that? It was my heart.

- tight enough to bruise, and it felt like a branding iron must feel; then he pressed a hard kiss to Mitchell’s mouth - afgh afgh violent kissing, and Herrick being possessive, and Mitchell not minding, and jsbjksbfjas some more

- he didn’t know whether he wanted to, yes, kiss him, or stake him right through the hear - I COULD NOT COPE WITH THIS IN ANY WAY AT ALL. AT ALL. FREAKING JESUS.

- "You’ve been away a long time," murmured Herrick, in that delicate and most dangerous voice that meant, let this be the end of it. "But you’re back where you belong, now. Welcome home, Mitchell."
"Yes," said Mitchell. "I am." - WELL DONE, I APPEAR TO HAVE DIED. ALSO: IT'S LIKE BRIEF ENCOUNTER, BUT MUCH MUCH MORE DISTURBING.

So, that was basically everything I wanted to read about their relationship in one ridiculously amazing packagae, and you wrote it, which makes it approximately 3894738483164 times better, and I am going to post this and read the whole thing again. ♥ ♥ ♥

[lo0o0ony_lauren]

jtnhklrnkhkltrnjhtr you already know how special these comments sent me, because not only have I told you but, er, I think my voice went all high and excited when I was saying it, which is a sign of true joy. But ANYWAY.

Aside from thanking you endlessly (seriously, cannot, CANNOT thank you enough kjrngr), there are two things I wasnt to address:
-IT'S LIKE BRIEF ENCOUNTER, BUT MUCH MUCH MORE DISTURBING.
AHAHA WOULD YOU BELIEVE ME IF I TOLD YOU IT WAS A DELIBERATE REFERENCE? LOL LOL FREAKING LOL. I went to see the stage show of it (again) on Wednesday, and cried like a bit old twat again, and then it was all in my head when I was writing this and and and. I just put it in to make myself lol, but clearly we are ~psychically linked~
-SENTIMENTAL HERRICK AND MITCHELL, OH, IN THEIR OWN CREEPY WAYS THEY DO NEED EACH OTHER.
I think I should just use this as the freaking summary, lololol, you have genuinely boiled all four and a half thousand words down into one entirely correct and effective sentence.

ILTHEM AND YOU AND THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU SO FUCKING PLEASED YOU LIKED THIS <333 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

[moogle62]

I THOUGHT THAT WAS A DELIBERATE REFERENCE, FOR THE FREAKING WIN, LOZ. You winnn all the things. What things? ALL THE THINGS.

four and a half thousand words?! Jesus, I am very, very impressed.

♥

What's that? It's birds

[cribbins]

IT'S LIKE BRIEF ENCOUNTER, BUT MUCH MUCH MORE DISTURBING. - IAWTC, VERY MUCH SO.