Re: Infinite and Terrible (Alicia/Kalinda, 2/2)randomizerFebruary 28 2012, 13:35:12 UTC
This is just phenomenal. It's an easy thing to write about big, crude swathes of emotion--the sobbing and hugging and screaming. It's an infinitely more difficult thing to do what you've done: depict the seemingly small emotions that are actually deep and smoldering below that apparent surface. There's so much intensity here. You've also managed to capture Alicia, even through Kalinda's point of view (and these days, figuring out Alicia's emotional state is the holy grail). Trying to show Alicia as she is right now in the show, just on the brink of being able to *consider* letting Kalinda back into her life, just on the edge of being able to show some kindness and compassion, is an extremely ambitious thing to attempt, and you've succeeded with it. Wonderful job!
Your writing is also great all the way through. I particularly loved these lines:
And it was in Kalinda’s best professional interest to use those keen senses to help her; Alicia was like a new colt in the courtroom in those early days, reborn onto shaky legs.
It’s why Kalinda always hates herself a little when she reaches out instinctively and comes back with handfuls of nothing.
Now there’s too much meaning, words between all the lines. She’d like to erase them, but they’re invisible, unwritten.
Sometimes it feels like her very chemistry has been changed; poetry woven through strands of DNA. She can’t untwist it no matter how hard she tries.
A small revelation, but behind Kalinda’s mask of careful calmness, her eyes sting and her throat dries.
When Alicia places the bottle in her hand, it feels cool and slick - like cases late into the evening, brushed shoulders at the bar.
It's also a perfect answer to the prompt. Thanks so much for getting this one in under the wire--it's something that I'll be rereading.
Re: Infinite and Terrible (Alicia/Kalinda, 2/2)sweetjamieleeFebruary 29 2012, 03:15:46 UTC
OH STOP, YOU IZ MAKING ME BLUSH.
...okay, don't stop. I like it.
Man, what can I say. I am a SUCKER for Kalinda's helpless, hopeless devotion and pining -- and conversely, for Alicia's tipping point of being able to accept any part of it. I want to write about it in a thousand different ways. Next stop: THE ELEVATOR.
Thank you for your lovely comments and support -- it feels great to get back to these two.:)
Your writing is also great all the way through. I particularly loved these lines:
And it was in Kalinda’s best professional interest to use those keen senses to help her; Alicia was like a new colt in the courtroom in those early days, reborn onto shaky legs.
It’s why Kalinda always hates herself a little when she reaches out instinctively and comes back with handfuls of nothing.
Now there’s too much meaning, words between all the lines. She’d like to erase them, but they’re invisible, unwritten.
Sometimes it feels like her very chemistry has been changed; poetry woven through strands of DNA. She can’t untwist it no matter how hard she tries.
A small revelation, but behind Kalinda’s mask of careful calmness, her eyes sting and her throat dries.
When Alicia places the bottle in her hand, it feels cool and slick - like cases late into the evening, brushed shoulders at the bar.
It's also a perfect answer to the prompt. Thanks so much for getting this one in under the wire--it's something that I'll be rereading.
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...okay, don't stop. I like it.
Man, what can I say. I am a SUCKER for Kalinda's helpless, hopeless devotion and pining -- and conversely, for Alicia's tipping point of being able to accept any part of it. I want to write about it in a thousand different ways. Next stop: THE ELEVATOR.
Thank you for your lovely comments and support -- it feels great to get back to these two.:)
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