Thevina - I am overwhelmed. This is just stunning prose - both beautifully written and emotionally true. I think you have done such justice to Vaysh - I completely understand him in ways that I didn't when I read the book. I love his slowly coming to terms with Pell, seeing himself in Pell. His having to face the death of that hope that I think he couldn't even admit was there, that Ash still loved him, was heartbreaking. But, as Oshun said, he is a survivor. Both he and Pell are. As has become tradition, here are my favorite lines, although frankly I should have just cut and pasted the whole thing:
In his heart of hearts, he pined for someone who'd loved him, body and soul, as he once was. I was mirrored, in part, in his dark eyes. As the pleasant feeling buzzed in my mouth, it occurred to me that perhaps that was reflective of the savoury taste of trust. lions of the Hegemony. my heart derailed into a frenzied thumping against my ribs. As the seconds careened to a halt, I memorised everything I could from where I sat, frozen as marble. If I could have, I'd have made a bed of his chest and drawn his hair over me like a blanket. chewing a strand of his hair as though I were an infant, or infatuated lover. He gave a topcoat answer, knowing I sensed the pentimento he kept hidden. "I don't know if I can handle this side of you," he admitted. "It won't last," I promised. city of enlightenment and puppetry Black is the colour most individuals associate with mourning, but for me, it is dark purple, draped my heart with an indigo shroud I felt shunned, feared, respected and invisible, all at the same time. the sutures in my wounded spirit ripped apart. His eyes gleamed with unrest, his gaze burned, luminous with sickened disbelief. I let his name crumble to cinders on my tongue. We would never again dwell in the delights of each other. There would never be a reunion. vespertilian The whole last paragraph. Wonderful. You know, I hope people at raythoo have the sense to give this its due. It's the best piece of Wraeththu fanfic I've read and a fine piece of fiction by any measure.
Thank you so very much for your kind words!!! I'm thrilled that you felt this was a powerful closing; I'm just ecstatic that it all rang true for you, and that you found so much that you enjoyed within the chapter. It's been such a wrenching journey, writing about Vaysh, and coming to terms with his acceptance of things that he must. Now I want to write about him off in the future post-sequels, with a younger har (or fewer years on him, anyway, since they seem to be somewhat ageless!) and being able to have a meaningful relationship. Just... thank you again. I'm so glad that this story brought me to you, on myriad levels. I've been relatively adrift now that I've finished! Though I had Euclase's name stuck in my head this morning, dream-wise. Urg. Ready to move on to something with less angst and guilt-free rooning. :) ♥
As has become tradition, here are my favorite lines, although frankly I should have just cut and pasted the whole thing:
In his heart of hearts, he pined for someone who'd loved him, body and soul, as he once was. I was mirrored, in part, in his dark eyes.
As the pleasant feeling buzzed in my mouth, it occurred to me that perhaps that was reflective of the savoury taste of trust.
lions of the Hegemony.
my heart derailed into a frenzied thumping against my ribs. As the seconds careened to a halt, I memorised everything I could from where I sat, frozen as marble.
If I could have, I'd have made a bed of his chest and drawn his hair over me like a blanket.
chewing a strand of his hair as though I were an infant, or infatuated lover.
He gave a topcoat answer, knowing I sensed the pentimento he kept hidden.
"I don't know if I can handle this side of you," he admitted.
"It won't last," I promised.
city of enlightenment and puppetry
Black is the colour most individuals associate with mourning, but for me, it is dark purple,
draped my heart with an indigo shroud
I felt shunned, feared, respected and invisible, all at the same time.
the sutures in my wounded spirit ripped apart. His eyes gleamed with unrest, his gaze burned, luminous with sickened disbelief. I let his name crumble to cinders on my tongue.
We would never again dwell in the delights of each other. There would never be a reunion.
vespertilian
The whole last paragraph. Wonderful.
You know, I hope people at raythoo have the sense to give this its due. It's the best piece of Wraeththu fanfic I've read and a fine piece of fiction by any measure.
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