Re: drunk on regret, avery/yang, pgslybrunetteMay 27 2010, 18:15:17 UTC
I kind of jumped when I saw this. I've seen you around other places and I already knew I loved your writing style -- I just don't think I've ever seen you write Grey's. Thank goodness I have now.
"For what it's worth," he says, "I don't know how it could have ever been a choice."
"No?"
Her voice is a little high, not by much, but enough.
"Not even a little."
So much perfection there. And in this whole thing, really. You have their dynamic down.
Their hearts are racing, breathing heavy and skin slick with sweat. The kisses are heated and desperate, their lips aching and swollen but not enough for the either one of them to pull away.
They know that they'll only live once and goddammit, today they're doing that to the fullest extent possible.
Some people may call it denial.
His eyes are brown and not blue, his shoulders aren't as broad, his dark brown hair is shaved down to near non-existence and Cristina tells herself that she doesn't care.
It doesn't matter if Owen chose Teddy.
Some people may call it infatuationJackson watches as she tugs her clothes on nonchalantly. Everything about her is beautiful; the way her hair falls over her shoulders, a cascade of ebony curls tickling porcelain skin. The way her determined eyes narrow while she's performing a difficult aorotomy or suturing a particularly pliable graft in surgery
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Having someone unafraid to look you dead on and see you for who you are and who you aren't.
She likes that he has the guts to do that.
She likes that a lot.
Man, I only hope show Cristina is of the same opinion because... hell yes exactly!
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"For what it's worth," he says, "I don't know how it could have ever been a choice."
"No?"
Her voice is a little high, not by much, but enough.
"Not even a little."
So much perfection there. And in this whole thing, really. You have their dynamic down.
Love this!
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I am so addicted to your stories yay you!
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Their hearts are racing, breathing heavy and skin slick with sweat. The kisses are heated and desperate, their lips aching and swollen but not enough for the either one of them to pull away.
They know that they'll only live once and goddammit, today they're doing that to the fullest extent possible.
Some people may call it denial.
His eyes are brown and not blue, his shoulders aren't as broad, his dark brown hair is shaved down to near non-existence and Cristina tells herself that she doesn't care.
It doesn't matter if Owen chose Teddy.
Some people may call it infatuationJackson watches as she tugs her clothes on nonchalantly. Everything about her is beautiful; the way her hair falls over her shoulders, a cascade of ebony curls tickling porcelain skin. The way her determined eyes narrow while she's performing a difficult aorotomy or suturing a particularly pliable graft in surgery ( ... )
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