THIS TIME, FOR VARIETY (5/5)

[childeproof]

'THIS TIME, FOR VARIETY' (PART 5)
Pairing: SB/VM, OB, hobbits
DISCLAIMER: Lies, all lies.
FEEDBACK: Please.
Previous four parts hereTwo days later, they manage a woeful read-through of Boromir and Aragorn’s Rivendell encounter over the shards of Narsil. Accents totally off, fluffing lines, both of them moving wrong, it reminds Sean of the kind of

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[green_grrl]

Gorgeous. As always. I'm feeling, um, angstily content? Bittersweetly appeased? Warily charmed? Bravo.

[childeproof]

*laughs*

Well, I'm - em - cautiously happy to hear that.

[green_grrl]

What I love about your fic is that, yeah, Sean finally figures something the fuck out, but the whole world doesn't break into rainbows and bluebirds. The slow, gritty mood of the piece (which is the real beauty of it) continues all the way to the end, just that there's a little more... ease. Things won't be perfect for them, but now there's a chance they'll be okay.

[childeproof]

Bugger, that's ruined my plans for an epilogue with rainbows and bluebirds and Sean and Viggo duetting in Italian. Ruined!

[childeproof]

You say the nicest things.

[ullman]

Damn. Your Sean leaves me at a loss for words. Not going to stop me from looking for some though.

This was brilliant. So very vivid and I felt like crying for him or with him while I was reading and so many lines there made me ache for the guy. A rare and amazing thing and I fear I'll never have the proper words of praise for something so utterly painful yet beautiful.

[childeproof]

Well, you're one of the patient readers. Other people have long wanted to kick him hard. Myself, I oscillate.

Thank you!

[queenofalostart]

He breathes slowly for a bit. ‘Oh, the usual. Every time someone starts having sex with me I feel like phoning a psychiatrist. And then they stop, and I start wanting to phone the Samaritans.’

and

Sean decides to go home. He thinks he could easily turn into some kind of wino, garrulous and heartbroken, or the other, silent, species of drunk, with fuck-off eyes, putting empty bottles in the bin at 3 am, spinning his little autistic fictions of true love.

How is it that you make me laugh and then I'm all gaspy and wibbly? It's a see-saw of emotions reading your fic. It's lovely and wonderful and always a treat.

Oh, and that thing about the "Swarm of cigarettes"? Gorgeous.

[childeproof]

Bless you. How nice to be the indirect cause of gasping and wibbling.

[ladybluelove]

After a bit they manage some kind of a rocking motion, one of total safety.

WOW! What a life...to be so in love with someone...yet not love oneself enough to acknowledge that one can be loved unconditionally....

It took a force of nature to finally open their eyes and allow each other to be the others safe harbor...to feel their need and their love for each other....

"THIS TIME, FOR VARIETY" is a very deep fic...I appreciate your talent very much.... Thank you. :)~

[childeproof]

Thank you! Though I'm less involved in my own depth than in the manly maleness thing going on. I just like undressing Sean Bean and then torturing him mentally...

[ladybluelove]

I just like undressing Sean Bean and then torturing him mentally...

*haahahha* You sure pulled it off with this fic!!! *grin*