Original fic: A Different Kind of Fighting

[catwalksalone]

I've got this thing about the story-telling tradition, you see. And how our histories are made up of stories and if we don't tell them, we'll lose them. And once they're on their second or third generation re-telling we've already mislaid parts, shed them from our memories, so we have to fill in the gaps or learn new ways of telling the same story

Comments

[lost_house]

*hugs* but damn you for making me all teary :)

if you forgive me a minor comment though... i did get thrown out of the narrative a few paras in, for the time period it shouldn't be "an hour up the A6". 'A' road classifications hadn't been invented yet. you'd have to ask an old local what it was called though i'd hazard a guess at "the carlisle (or penrith) road".
i'm glad i climbed back in and finished reading though :)

ed: ooh, the a6 route is basically a roman route! (must stop following links and make dinner)

[catwalksalone]

*provides tissues*

I know more about trunking and de-trunking than is strictly necessary for a brief mention of a road! De-trunking sounds particularly painful, I think. Poor roads.

I'm glad you liked it despite the twitching. <3

[troyswann]

Ah! Beautiful! You do such a good job of weaving all of the time frames together that it is perfectly seamless even as it's reflecting backward and forward. I love the description of death as "bloody annoying."

Beautiful!

[catwalksalone]

Thank you, lovely. It means a lot to me that you liked it. <33333