Not at all. And I hope you don't mind if I friend you; I've scoped your El Jay's quotidian entries as well as your stories and found them interesting and cool. I don't like to add an individual to my reading list without making contact in some way, so I just wanted to say hi and hope that's okay with you. :)
Oh, my, how can you encompass both these men and how they think separately and let us see at one fell swoop the source of both their connection and their ultimate disconnection? I am in awe.
The sensuality of this and how it swallows Viggo up is in such contrast to the way I remember Sean's being bound in the coldness and detachment of his surroundings. The implication of this is so sad.
You're so wonderfully sweet. I'm so, so pleased you liked this, and that the (dis)connection/contrast between the two worked for you! *hugs* Thank you for the lovely feedback!
I swear I thought I'd commented on this already. Anyway, I really love how you weave together the language and the colors to give us the underlying story about what's really going wrong with Sean & Viggo.
*G* I'm never going to say no to feedback, whether it comes as soon as I post something or later on. ^_~ I'm thrilled you liked this, and that the subtext came through! Thanks, Bren! (Also, hooray for NIN tickets! I hope you enjoy yourself -- I know you will. *G*)
Oh Viggo.... *sniff* This is gorgeous, and perfectly nuanced and timed, but oh, it makes me ache. The *distance*, both physical and emotional, is so clear here. And Viggo losing himself in his art, contemplating it to the exclusion of all else, not realizing that art is transient and in it he's giving up (or at least lessening) a chance at permanence.... so perfect.
He drew the tip of one finger down his palm, an artificial slicing of skin, and wondered what was hidden under Sean's stoic silence, such secrecy strengthening and lengthening each time they spoke.
That's a slightly creepy image--but for me it reinforces how little Viggo is seeing *besides* his art, how deeply he's been snared by his muse. *shivers a little*
A passionate man, your Viggo... now I can only hope that passion can be focused where it's needed. *grin*
Thank you so much, Kris! I'm so glad you liked it, but sorry it made you ache. I'm so glad the distance came through, and that Viggo's loss of self worked.
Hee. I meant for that image to be creepy, so I'm grinning at bit evilly here that you felt that way. Um, sorry about that. ^_~ (And I'm pleased it helped illustrate his narrow focus.)
Well, I wouldn't like to tip my hand just yet, so I guess we'll have to see what happens, eh? *G* Fingers crossed for Viggo, though.
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Inspiration made Viggo giddy, and with giddiness came a narrow focus and forgetfulness that simply wasn't conducive to long-term relationships.
Absolutely beautifully written, but it left me feeling so sad.
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The sensuality of this and how it swallows Viggo up is in such contrast to the way I remember Sean's being bound in the coldness and detachment of his surroundings. The implication of this is so sad.
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Good stuff, yo.
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He drew the tip of one finger down his palm, an artificial slicing of skin, and wondered what was hidden under Sean's stoic silence, such secrecy strengthening and lengthening each time they spoke.
That's a slightly creepy image--but for me it reinforces how little Viggo is seeing *besides* his art, how deeply he's been snared by his muse. *shivers a little*
A passionate man, your Viggo... now I can only hope that passion can be focused where it's needed. *grin*
~Kris
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Hee. I meant for that image to be creepy, so I'm grinning at bit evilly here that you felt that way. Um, sorry about that. ^_~ (And I'm pleased it helped illustrate his narrow focus.)
Well, I wouldn't like to tip my hand just yet, so I guess we'll have to see what happens, eh? *G* Fingers crossed for Viggo, though.
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