Pairing: MuraWolf
Rating: Nc17
Warnings: PWP/Moderate Angst
Beta:
melusine474 This is a prize fic for
diorama23 who took part in the
kkm_wolframfans' 2011 Birthday Event.
Her prompt was: "A Murata/Wolfram PWP, no angst or bagging of Yuuri
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So, when I read the story I was terrified it wouldn't live up to my expectations, but it totally did and totally exceeded them. I just love this to pieces.
I've read this section and downward about five times now, it's so beautiful and malancholic:
"Would you be here if I didn't look like him?" Wolfram froze. He could feel the blush spreading to his cheeks. The fear in his gut. Why had he said it? Why had he said it when he knew-- didn't want to hear the answer.
And my very favourite part is this:
"I'm not like Shibuya. I don't love easily. I don't share." A final kiss. "And I won't take you for granted, either."
Just having Wolfram still being steadfastly in love with Yuuri, and for the first time starting to realise that it's dying, which is a type of loss - and the fear of finding something new and that Murata is just patiently waiting for him.
I just love that moment in time you've picked to write this story, when Wolfram's affections are teetering on the edge, between one life and another. With affection and wistfulness for the past, yet hope for the future.
And lastly, I always have a thing for those moments when Murata drops a few hints about his past, and allows another in to his thoughts and feelings. He has such a solid mask, when the mask comes down, either deliberately or in a moment of surprise, it's awesome. You have plenty of those cool insightful moments in this story.
Thanks so much for writing this :) It made me so happy.
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