Jesus, time flies :| When I went to find the link for the last RPS I wrote, I realized it was pretty much a *year* ago that I last wrote one. So I suppose this one was due :P
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ETHAN. You probably didn't notice but I've been MIA for a while. I'm SO sorry I didn't reply to your last two (I think it's two?) entries. Buuut I'm back now and I squealed when I saw this on my friends page.
This is the best RPS I've read in a long time (possibly ever). Largely because of this paragraph:
I look at him, his eyes closed, cheek resting on his fingers beneath his head. His hair is a little skewed around his face and he looks so not perfect and I love that. There's a dark tinge of circle beneath his eye, the start of tiny wrinkles around his mouth, and an actual, bona fide nose hair curling out of his nostril. It makes me smile just to look at him, to stare at him like this, knowing he's lying there for me. I keep pushing my hand up and down his spine, pressing harder, feeling each ridge beneath my fingers.
*loves you forever* I have no idea how many times I read that. Love it love it love it. This is RPS at it's very finest.
"You don't have to do that," his voice is quiet and the southern drawl slips out.
This made me stop, sigh, and spend five minutes or so trying to figure out EXACTLY what that line would sound like. Southern drawl ♥
And I realize it's too late to stop anything because everything has already changed.
*dead*
I think I can put off bedtime long enough to read this a few more times *nod*.
Hey sweetie... yeah, I did notice that you weren't around, but I'm glad you're back now :X Hope it was all good things that kept you away :)
As usual, you leave me speechless and blushing :P I love what you say about my fics, and this... geez. You always know how to make me feel awesome and everything. I love that you loved that part - I want my RPS to feel real, and that was what just, well, felt real somehow.
Thanks for all this, Em... you've made me feel much better about a fic that I felt like was just too close to my own heart to make sense to anyone else.
This is the best RPS I've read in a long time (possibly ever). Largely because of this paragraph:
I look at him, his eyes closed, cheek resting on his fingers beneath his head. His hair is a little skewed around his face and he looks so not perfect and I love that. There's a dark tinge of circle beneath his eye, the start of tiny wrinkles around his mouth, and an actual, bona fide nose hair curling out of his nostril. It makes me smile just to look at him, to stare at him like this, knowing he's lying there for me. I keep pushing my hand up and down his spine, pressing harder, feeling each ridge beneath my fingers.
*loves you forever* I have no idea how many times I read that. Love it love it love it. This is RPS at it's very finest.
"You don't have to do that," his voice is quiet and the southern drawl slips out.
This made me stop, sigh, and spend five minutes or so trying to figure out EXACTLY what that line would sound like. Southern drawl ♥
And I realize it's too late to stop anything because everything has already changed.
*dead*
I think I can put off bedtime long enough to read this a few more times *nod*.
Yaaaaayy ♥
Emily
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As usual, you leave me speechless and blushing :P I love what you say about my fics, and this... geez. You always know how to make me feel awesome and everything. I love that you loved that part - I want my RPS to feel real, and that was what just, well, felt real somehow.
Thanks for all this, Em... you've made me feel much better about a fic that I felt like was just too close to my own heart to make sense to anyone else.
*hugs*
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