I can never say enough about your work, but even if I could, I'd still be speechless about this piece.
I can say with near-absolute certainty that a fic has not made my heart work this much in ages. It's definitely left an impression, despite the sand blowing away, despite the is-it-or-isn't-it and the confusion and all of it. Beautifully worded and plotted and christ I admire your skill with words and with these two characters specifically.
As though there would be any heartbeat at all in something built to last an eternity. And this, this, that their imperfections and their hardships and their fights and their running is so important, is life, that disease Arthur so desperately tries to escape. That in order to live they need to have these things, they need to see the imperfections in order to spot the good things, in order to see what they are missing and what they have missed, to breathe and to feel and to love each other.
So convinced I would set the world on fire for you, so intent on waiting for the explosions in my wake that you never heard me calling your name. That sense of misunderstanding, of missing something obvious, how it's one thing to one of them and another to the other. I could quote this whole fic back at you because the way you pull us through it, not one thing is unimportant, not a single thing could be left out or shortened or glossed over, because to get the full picture, to understand as much as one can, we have to read it as if we are living it, because aren't we all?
Oh, I just. guh. I really cannot express anything right now and when I love something I speak and think in circular patterns that make it very difficult to speak on a piece of literature in front of my peers, and which makes it very confusing for an author I'm commenting on to make heads or tails of my comment, but basically I just really absolutely loved this story and these words and these characters. Beautifully written and gorgeously illustrated (props for the artist! I had to catch my breath at each portrait!) and I just can never get enough of your writing.
There's a special kind of exhilaration in receiving a comment like yours, which is so completely beyond what I deserve but does such an exquisite job of reading that it makes me want to GRAB you and SHAKE you and shout YES YES YES YOU UNDERSTAND, except that sounds condescending because it's not like this has some ~hidden depth~ that ~only the chosen can plumb~, it's more like, you understand me, is that what I mean? That you see right through the story to exactly where I'm coming from, and if there's one thing I've always wanted writing to be, it's that sort of connection-- the sense of not being alone, and that thrill makes the whole shitty effort of writing more than worthwhile.
I'm particularly thankful here, because the texture of the story is such that it's... kind of a chore to slog through it, haha >___> But seriously though. You made me really, really happy, you know. Thank you so much.
I can say with near-absolute certainty that a fic has not made my heart work this much in ages. It's definitely left an impression, despite the sand blowing away, despite the is-it-or-isn't-it and the confusion and all of it. Beautifully worded and plotted and christ I admire your skill with words and with these two characters specifically.
As though there would be any heartbeat at all in something built to last an eternity. And this, this, that their imperfections and their hardships and their fights and their running is so important, is life, that disease Arthur so desperately tries to escape. That in order to live they need to have these things, they need to see the imperfections in order to spot the good things, in order to see what they are missing and what they have missed, to breathe and to feel and to love each other.
So convinced I would set the world on fire for you, so intent on waiting for the explosions in my wake that you never heard me calling your name. That sense of misunderstanding, of missing something obvious, how it's one thing to one of them and another to the other. I could quote this whole fic back at you because the way you pull us through it, not one thing is unimportant, not a single thing could be left out or shortened or glossed over, because to get the full picture, to understand as much as one can, we have to read it as if we are living it, because aren't we all?
Oh, I just. guh. I really cannot express anything right now and when I love something I speak and think in circular patterns that make it very difficult to speak on a piece of literature in front of my peers, and which makes it very confusing for an author I'm commenting on to make heads or tails of my comment, but basically I just really absolutely loved this story and these words and these characters. Beautifully written and gorgeously illustrated (props for the artist! I had to catch my breath at each portrait!) and I just can never get enough of your writing.
Thank you for posting!
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I'm particularly thankful here, because the texture of the story is such that it's... kind of a chore to slog through it, haha >___> But seriously though. You made me really, really happy, you know. Thank you so much.
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