mass for the undead

Oct 12, 2005 23:42

I think I know why it is I don't quite like debating. (Or at least, Canadian University style.) I couldn't put my finger on it before, although I knew it was something like this. Aha ( Read more... )

school, books: tanya huff, fic, divert me: debating

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you always come through in the end anonymous October 14 2005, 02:20:51 UTC
this protest/procrastination streak has really got you on a roll with the henry-tony thing. you may not be enjoying opera, but i'm certainly reaping the benefits! although you may put me off red meat for life. did you count how many times you used the word STEAK in this fic? you pretty much pummeled the metaphor to death: talk about schnitzel.

*couldn't resist*

so, yeah, on a first read through, it seemed kinda rambling and needlessly berating the point (perhaps you'd just come from debate club?), but as always, your killer last lines pulled the whole thing together for me with a wicked punch.

and on a second read-through i caught many more subtleties, like your tony-voice, which is actually pretty decent (in character), and how well you have caught him rambling/semi-freaking out the way he does. you found him in his bad place in vancouver where he is coming to the nasty realization that he (who always refused vicki's help to keep his freedom on the streets of TO) is.... property. not a good spot to be in. and once it dawned on me what you had done (complete with tony in denial, while in full-blown jealousy and ransacking henry's drawers during the day), i was suitably impressed. despite the off-puttingly frequent mentions of steak and esmeralda... i won't ask, 'cause i just don't want to go there.

best lines for me:

Addiction smiles down at him, all strawberry-blonde and pretty.

(can you introduce me?)

Addiction says “Mine.”

Tony says, “Yes Henry.”

oh, those killer last lines.

love 'ya,

imo

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