I really like this, not just because it means I have an excuse not to finish the ghost!Mulder draft sitting on my hard drive. (Oh, threeguesses just posted one! I shouldn't write it now. Too soon. Yes, uh huh, that's exactly why.) Scully's reaction to his death is so pitch perfect, and the slide downhill from there is so subtle and swift that it seems natural. Her ever reaction in this is just spot-on, from the ignoring to the rage to the overwhelming grief to the slipping out of time.
There's something...horrific about this. I find myself angry with Mulder at the end of it, because of what he's doing to Scully--by which I mean, pulling her out of her life entirely. And what's awful about it is that it isn't grief, it can't be grief, because it's denial of a particularly epic sort. Mulder's deadness (even if he's hanging around haunting up the joint) needs to be dealt with, and he's not letting her do it, and he keeps realizing it's a problem but he doesn't care enough to step back and let it
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Thank you so much! However, I now desperately want to see this ghost!Mulder fic of yours.
Yeah, I was slightly horrified with myself as I wrote it. I mean, I love Mulder and Scully, and I love their codependency, and this fic took that and made it creepy. Aw well, it was for Halloween. I'll write something shamelessly happy next.
I'm glad the font thing worked - I was uncertain about how to convey his speech. I almost went the route of Discworld's Death.
I agree with amalnahurriyeh -- bleak! And dark. But I like bleak and dark!
Mulder is being selfish, but... what else can he do? He appears to be in Scully's apartment limbo. I find myself wanting to know what happens when Scully dies, now. Which is also bleak, but I hope it doesn't happen anytime soon. I think.
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I really like this, not just because it means I have an excuse not to finish the ghost!Mulder draft sitting on my hard drive. (Oh, threeguesses just posted one! I shouldn't write it now. Too soon. Yes, uh huh, that's exactly why.) Scully's reaction to his death is so pitch perfect, and the slide downhill from there is so subtle and swift that it seems natural. Her ever reaction in this is just spot-on, from the ignoring to the rage to the overwhelming grief to the slipping out of time.
There's something...horrific about this. I find myself angry with Mulder at the end of it, because of what he's doing to Scully--by which I mean, pulling her out of her life entirely. And what's awful about it is that it isn't grief, it can't be grief, because it's denial of a particularly epic sort. Mulder's deadness (even if he's hanging around haunting up the joint) needs to be dealt with, and he's not letting her do it, and he keeps realizing it's a problem but he doesn't care enough to step back and let it ( ... )
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Yeah, I was slightly horrified with myself as I wrote it. I mean, I love Mulder and Scully, and I love their codependency, and this fic took that and made it creepy. Aw well, it was for Halloween. I'll write something shamelessly happy next.
I'm glad the font thing worked - I was uncertain about how to convey his speech. I almost went the route of Discworld's Death.
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Mulder is being selfish, but... what else can he do? He appears to be in Scully's apartment limbo. I find myself wanting to know what happens when Scully dies, now. Which is also bleak, but I hope it doesn't happen anytime soon. I think.
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Yeah, I don't know, maybe it would be better if Scully died. And they could haunt the appartment together happily (or as happy as ghosts can be)...
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