fic: I Wondered When Your Countenance Would Change (From Sunshine and Vanilla to the Raven Tones of

[adellyna]

So I wrote this, like, forever ago. At least a month, but I never posted it because I thought it was kind of self-indulgent and, in general, I don't really feel like I have a valuable contribution to make to the angstscape, so it's just been lurking in my gmail account, waiting to rear its ugly head and call me names

Comments

[pau494]

Ouch. This, this is the best kind of angst. Better than, you know, a melodramatic made-up story, because it's real. It hurts in all the ways you know you can't just shake off. It's beautiful, and heartbreaking. Thank you.

[gobsmackit]

*angry nosescrinch at fictitious!Stumphs*

EXCUSE ME WHILE I GO NURSE MY WIBBLY HEART.

[wishpaper]

oh, patrick.

this is sad in the bext/worst way, by which I mean it's real, and it hurts in a very real way. but, I'm a sucker and I like the angst, so thank you for deciding to share anyway!

re: self-indulgent writing, everything I write is ridiculously self-indulgent. there is nothing wrong with that! ♥

[jocondite]

Ow, my heart. *wobbly-lipped*

[withoutmaps]

Oh. Oh. This is wonderful and so real. Poor little Patrick. *cuddles him*