It's kind of sad how breathless you make me every time you coax words together. Sad in the sense that I would like to know these men in real life, or maybe just watch them, subtle and cautious on some street corner, or laughing and tugging and carefree on the rainy grass. Sad also in the sense that you can continually do that, and that makes me feel worthless, basically.
There are some fantastic themes, but there always are with these two. I love the inflection in the beginning: It's hard to acclimate once again to the freedom a man is afforded when he loses the title of husband. -- free will, titles, ownership. All the secret ways they trade weaknesses, Pirlo resentful one moment, Canna reserved the next.
Also, the contrast between Pirlo kissing his wife absently at matches, and then Canna anything but absent, bright with concentration at the kitchen counter.
And then (copying coyly, I can do that well): the haircut theme that I feel is the pinnacle -- or maybe the essence -- of these two. It's what we started out with, wasn't it, when we dreamed of disgusting Italian summers and smirks powerful enough to bruise.
Yet again, I totally don't deserve you, or this feedback. Oh my god, you have no idea how :"> I was when I read this! Oh you. ♥♥♥
And you see things in my stories that I don't, if you know what I mean? Connections and parallels and ideas that only briefly flickered across my mind. And that is fucking wonderful.
That one post should live in fandom infamy forever. Truly. Oh, that summer,. How many ways can I say that I love you again? Because I do. And, hey, I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING AN AMAZING TIME RIGHT NOW, OKAY. I'm busy radiating adoration towards you from across the ocean, baby. Man. Love, love, love.
There are some fantastic themes, but there always are with these two. I love the inflection in the beginning: It's hard to acclimate once again to the freedom a man is afforded when he loses the title of husband. -- free will, titles, ownership. All the secret ways they trade weaknesses, Pirlo resentful one moment, Canna reserved the next.
Also, the contrast between Pirlo kissing his wife absently at matches, and then Canna anything but absent, bright with concentration at the kitchen counter.
And then (copying coyly, I can do that well): the haircut theme that I feel is the pinnacle -- or maybe the essence -- of these two. It's what we started out with, wasn't it, when we dreamed of disgusting Italian summers and smirks powerful enough to bruise.
God, I love you.
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And you see things in my stories that I don't, if you know what I mean? Connections and parallels and ideas that only briefly flickered across my mind. And that is fucking wonderful.
That one post should live in fandom infamy forever. Truly. Oh, that summer,. How many ways can I say that I love you again? Because I do. And, hey, I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING AN AMAZING TIME RIGHT NOW, OKAY. I'm busy radiating adoration towards you from across the ocean, baby. Man. Love, love, love.
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That just confirms how brilliant you are. ;)))
I think the unfinished circle tig would have been one of the undiscovered masterpieces in fandom, I really do. LOLSSS
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