I love all the little details in this- a few of my favorite lines:
that’s another thing, the way moments creep up and stay
and
She comes beside him, bumps her hip and shoulder against his. She looks out the window, up, not down.
“I’m here,” she says. Quiet, steady.
and
He shifts his weight, leans into her just slightly, and she shifts back (and they catch each other, after all this time, every time). They stay like that.
The whole tone of this is just...gorgeous. Very understated and real.
It's quietly thoughtful and I like that contrast, that the quiet must be new for him too. This line really got me: Letting go of what held him at the window.
To wake in the middle of the night, sheets tangled at his feet and her body absent, and be able to roll over and wrap himself around her-her half-awake sigh of contentment, his eyes squeezed shut in relief-is worth everything. It’s not that he would trade any of it.
aghghghshuishid
And a cab pulls to the curb. Her window is down, her hair is curled, her eyebrows are arched. She opens the door, slides across the seat, leaves one leg draped across it.
(I have a workshop tomorrow for the first 100ish pages of the YA project I'm working on, and I'm anticipating it going badly, but a) doing TTU this week was such a needed breather and b) this encouragement and a beer is going to get me through tomorrow)
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that’s another thing, the way moments creep up and stay
and
She comes beside him, bumps her hip and shoulder against his. She looks out the window, up, not down.
“I’m here,” she says. Quiet, steady.
and
He shifts his weight, leans into her just slightly, and she shifts back (and they catch each other, after all this time, every time). They stay like that.
The whole tone of this is just...gorgeous. Very understated and real.
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It's quietly thoughtful and I like that contrast, that the quiet must be new for him too. This line really got me: Letting go of what held him at the window.
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aghghghshuishid
And a cab pulls to the curb. Her window is down, her hair is curled, her eyebrows are arched. She opens the door, slides across the seat, leaves one leg draped across it.
“I’m here,” she says. Low, inviting.
oh my god
catey
the thing you do with words is magic.
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(I have a workshop tomorrow for the first 100ish pages of the YA project I'm working on, and I'm anticipating it going badly, but a) doing TTU this week was such a needed breather and b) this encouragement and a beer is going to get me through tomorrow)
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Very nicely done! I love the way you set the quiet mood of this piece.
and they catch each other, after all this time, every time
Aww, I miss my OTP.
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I miss them, too. And I miss seeing you around! And writing fic, and eljay in general.
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