ohh that is great! we feel like Shannon has been dead inside for a really long time, and it is so sad. And I can understand everyone being devastated at Jack's funeral (ow!)
Ooh, this is both intimate and distant at the same time. I love your use of language and I love the idea of Shannon and Jack together, even if it's angst filled and never happy. The end was chilling, excellent read, thank you. :)
Oh ouch. I have a hard time reading Shannon sometimes, but this was so beautifully done my dear. God I am so addicted to angst it's not funny.
This bit was just so, ugh, I can't describe it, but it moved me: If Shannon were honest, she'd like to jump into that casket with him. They would lower them down into the ground together, one dead and one lifeless. She would drown in the earth, and can think of nothing she'd like more.
Well done once again! Keep doing what you're doing girl!
i can't stop writing the angst! if they're not dead, dying, or miserable, i don't want any part of it! even a PWP i'm writing is turning angsty - what up with that?
but i'm glad you're on the angst train with me, dear. i'll keep writing them if you'll keep reading them! *smooches*
Lovely job, dear! Shannon/Jack is rapidly becoming one of my favorite pairings and this was a great look at the aftermath of everything. I really liked the bit about her wanting him to know somehow that she came, but not wanting to get too close. That seems very true to her character.
Beautiful and sad and distinctly Shannon. I say this every time someone comes out with outstanding Shannon!fic - I hate the writers for killing her. She had the potential to be an extraordinary character.
Anyway...there you are, writing her as an extraordinary character! I'm loving the flow of this one, and the way the words wind round themselves to weave this picture of Shannon, and of her place in the world of the survivors. And with Jack, even though you lead us to make of that what we will. Very clever girl.
...she can't imagine crying. She lost the ability years ago. She tries sometimes, but the sensation is much like trying to force out a sneeze that just won't come. Can't decide between that and the last line as to which is my favorite, so I guess I just won't - they are both my favorite bits in a favorite fic.
i didn't really care for shannon until they killed her off - now i'm pining! we have so few strong, likable relatable female characters on the show, it really is a shame. she really had the potential for amazing growth.
and i totally dropped the ball on our wild weekend - life's been doing its damnedest to keep me out of trouble lately. but i'm back on the case!
and thanks for reading and the always kind feedback - it means a lot. *mwah*
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To be present in the misery.
harsh, but appropriate.
the ending is a real punch. ow again!
you write good stuff, that is what you do!
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thanks for taking a ride on the angst train!
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angst filled and never happy
this is totally my M.O. lately, sorry! it's either fluffy fic where jack's riding a camel or they're all dying. what exactly is a happy medium?
but i'm glad you liked, sweets! one day i'll write shannon and jack where they're not dead or dying. ;-)
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the second one is all laura's fault, though.
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This bit was just so, ugh, I can't describe it, but it moved me: If Shannon were honest, she'd like to jump into that casket with him. They would lower them down into the ground together, one dead and one lifeless. She would drown in the earth, and can think of nothing she'd like more.
Well done once again! Keep doing what you're doing girl!
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but i'm glad you're on the angst train with me, dear. i'll keep writing them if you'll keep reading them! *smooches*
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anyway, thank you! i so appreciate your kind words.
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Anyway...there you are, writing her as an extraordinary character! I'm loving the flow of this one, and the way the words wind round themselves to weave this picture of Shannon, and of her place in the world of the survivors. And with Jack, even though you lead us to make of that what we will. Very clever girl.
...she can't imagine crying. She lost the ability years ago. She tries sometimes, but the sensation is much like trying to force out a sneeze that just won't come. Can't decide between that and the last line as to which is my favorite, so I guess I just won't - they are both my favorite bits in a favorite fic.
*smooches*
(and what of the GFGhostHunt?)
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and i totally dropped the ball on our wild weekend - life's been doing its damnedest to keep me out of trouble lately. but i'm back on the case!
and thanks for reading and the always kind feedback - it means a lot. *mwah*
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