okay I am a horrible procrastinator even when it comes to reading fics, apparently. anyway I'm ready for a mega long comment! :D
they respect him despite his silence, respect the quiet way he allows his feet to talk for him and swears ferociously on the pitch if any opposition thinks they can take advantage of his size and the way he rolls his eyes with casual indifference at their puns, above them even if he didn't understand them. I just feel like this paragraph describes Silva perfectly. I especially love the part where it says "the quiet way he allows his feet to talk for him", because Silva doesn't need to be loud or raucous or anything other than who he is - just quietly brilliant, so brilliant that you'd have to be blind not to see it.
“Joder,” cries Silva, because it’s been boiling inside him for too long, and because none of the beginnings of Villa’s sentences sounded like they would have endings he would have liked. “Joder, David, why didn’t you just call?” His fingers are digging sharply enough into Villa’s shoulders to
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"he doesn't want to live with regrets when he can live with this instead" - I really love this line because although they've both been idiots in this thing (yes, Silva, he should have called you, but he's Villa and his skull is as thick as an armoured tank and really, telephone lines do work both ways), they both find it in themselves, in their own unique ways, to do what it takes to get back together. and maybe they're not getting back what they had, exactly, but they're getting something back and that something is infinitely precious and they won't let it slip through their fingers again, I don't think, and I love that this fic ends on that note, because that's a lesson that they should've learned a long time ago, that holding on is about more than not letting go.
okay, if I haven't bored you to death with my insanely long comment yet, I just have to say that I love this fic. there's this certain way you write and a certain way you write them that I really like. I can't quite describe it. it's just something that pours through the
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ksmdlfsldflksdlkfsdf OKAY WOW THE ONLY REASON I HAVEN'T REPLIED TO THIS IS BECAUSE I AM SO OVERWHELMED sdfjdf,nsddlsf and also because i have shitty internet/am on vacation, but know that i read this and it warmed the cockles of my heart and will reply as soon as i can :)
i am a horrible procrastinator in replying to comments, but i really love doing this, so hi w/ late reply! hehe.
YESSSS. i love that about silva-- he simultaneously reinforces the fact that he is quiet, he likes listening, he's not loud and he doesn't call attention to himself, but he's still fierce as fuck and if you mess with him, well, just ask podolski what happens. he's really not afraid of anything or anyone, but he just keeps to himself whenever he doesn't have to confront anyone.
I LOVE THE IDEA of ambitious!villa pushing himself to do anything he puts his mind to. it was inspired by some articles i read that said when he was a kid, his stamina was terrible and all. i can just imagine him to be the type to push past everything (including pushing himself to the extent that IT CAUSES HIS LEG TO BREAK sdkfjsd villa.)
YESSS i felt that silva hadn't apologized enough in this fic, hahaha, b/c he could have called to, but i'm glad the dynamic/reunion was believable despite that.
that holding on is about more than not letting
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SILVILLA I'VE MISSED YOU ;____________;
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s;ldfjsoifsefsoief I K R. i will NEVER accept any other pairing for these two, i stan them till the end of the world and back.
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they respect him despite his silence, respect the quiet way he allows his feet to talk for him and swears ferociously on the pitch if any opposition thinks they can take advantage of his size and the way he rolls his eyes with casual indifference at their puns, above them even if he didn't understand them. I just feel like this paragraph describes Silva perfectly. I especially love the part where it says "the quiet way he allows his feet to talk for him", because Silva doesn't need to be loud or raucous or anything other than who he is - just quietly brilliant, so brilliant that you'd have to be blind not to see it.
“Joder,” cries Silva, because it’s been boiling inside him for too long, and because none of the beginnings of Villa’s sentences sounded like they would have endings he would have liked. “Joder, David, why didn’t you just call?” His fingers are digging sharply enough into Villa’s shoulders to ( ... )
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okay, if I haven't bored you to death with my insanely long comment yet, I just have to say that I love this fic. there's this certain way you write and a certain way you write them that I really like. I can't quite describe it. it's just something that pours through the ( ... )
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YESSSS. i love that about silva-- he simultaneously reinforces the fact that he is quiet, he likes listening, he's not loud and he doesn't call attention to himself, but he's still fierce as fuck and if you mess with him, well, just ask podolski what happens. he's really not afraid of anything or anyone, but he just keeps to himself whenever he doesn't have to confront anyone.
I LOVE THE IDEA of ambitious!villa pushing himself to do anything he puts his mind to. it was inspired by some articles i read that said when he was a kid, his stamina was terrible and all. i can just imagine him to be the type to push past everything (including pushing himself to the extent that IT CAUSES HIS LEG TO BREAK sdkfjsd villa.)
YESSS i felt that silva hadn't apologized enough in this fic, hahaha, b/c he could have called to, but i'm glad the dynamic/reunion was believable despite that.
that holding on is about more than not letting ( ... )
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