It had lurked in the back of my head, but since I'm one of those readers that have to, MUST erase what happened to the rest of the story even on reread, so that it's a surprise once I get to it... Wufei's justification, his reason for being sent to Freeport hits like a punch.
There's something so infinitely sad about Wufei not taking any time for himself, it's like a before and after where the 'before' is this stark image of someone going through the motions like a puppet, taking the small joy of the breeze of being swung around as the only happiness he can get. I love Duo's analogy of dead man walking, since Wufei was, he had nothing which he took pleasure in, that fulfilled him in an emotional sense that was his alone, while Freeport, raw and uncivilised as it is, somehow manages it. And Duo of course :D
It still makes me sad though, that Heero is somewhere out there, drifting and still stuck in his rut. I still would give my left arm for you to write a snapshot of Heero during/after this fic. Because you know that Trowa enjoys where he is, in the way that Trowa enjoys being and is so very aware of... what he is, but Heero is a man leashed. You will have my eternal devotion if you do ♥
I'm certainly glad it's got punch ^__^ It's a turning point to the fic, and the hardest chapter to write (re-write) period :P It was hard to get the tone right, to make it clear what Wufei was doing to himself without making him sound whiny. Glad it worked ^_^
Alas, I don't think I could write any more canon GW to save my life! You'll have to imagine that Heero eventually finds his own Freeport...
There's something so infinitely sad about Wufei not taking any time for himself, it's like a before and after where the 'before' is this stark image of someone going through the motions like a puppet, taking the small joy of the breeze of being swung around as the only happiness he can get. I love Duo's analogy of dead man walking, since Wufei was, he had nothing which he took pleasure in, that fulfilled him in an emotional sense that was his alone, while Freeport, raw and uncivilised as it is, somehow manages it. And Duo of course :D
It still makes me sad though, that Heero is somewhere out there, drifting and still stuck in his rut. I still would give my left arm for you to write a snapshot of Heero during/after this fic. Because you know that Trowa enjoys where he is, in the way that Trowa enjoys being and is so very aware of... what he is, but Heero is a man leashed. You will have my eternal devotion if you do ♥
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Alas, I don't think I could write any more canon GW to save my life! You'll have to imagine that Heero eventually finds his own Freeport...
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