There's been a little juggling at this end of the calendar I'm afraid - below be fic that was never meant to be here, but managed to shoehorn its way into the prompt in a mad rush across several time zones tonight!
...A riot, that, because Bodie was smiling and smiling and smiling in the yellow cast of the streetlamp, the corners of his eyes crinkling and rainwater pausing in the creases of his cheeks, and Doyle thought that he'd never seen him look so beautiful...
Oh Lordy! I could quote the whole fabulous thing. Dear writers, I may weep. Can one weep for joy? Such is my love of this little gem that I had to read it twice. That last beautiful sentence will linger long in my mind and heart.
I could feel Doyle's discomfort and unhappiness being stuck in the cottage with Bodie. His mood was like the weather, cold and bleak. He was feeling guilty about not suspecting the woman as much as he was feeling badly about shooting her. Then it took a dust up with Bodie and finally, he knew what he needed.
You conveyed the sheer discomfort of this so vividly, perfectly reflected in the cold and damp and dust of their physical surroundings, and we're wondering what the hell has happened to come between them like this ... and you perfectly captured the way they react so differently to what has happened! Thank you for bringing them back together so beautifully, too!
Hee, and thank you for reading! I'm pleased you enjoyed it. The lads were meant to be together all along, though we rather liked making them work for it. *g*
Oh my. I think I'm in love. The language here is just so perfect, giving a real sense of Doyle's life being so off-kilter. And the resolution is so understated - a definitive show-not-tell. Just wonderful!
Oh wow, you two are a great team. That was very poetic and very much... alive. All that small things going on around, the details like greases in plastic bags etc. - love it. And the end is just perfect. That's what the vacation should be after all.
One thing though... Shouldn't it be January 2009? ;P
Oh wow, you two are a great team. That was very poetic and very much... alive.
The credit has to go to BSL, I fear. I can only do pretty words clumsy phrases, i.e. the poetic, but BSL's the one who strings them up all nicely and makes them come alive. Don't let her tell you otherwise. *g*
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Oh Lordy! I could quote the whole fabulous thing. Dear writers, I may weep. Can one weep for joy? Such is my love of this little gem that I had to read it twice. That last beautiful sentence will linger long in my mind and heart.
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Very nicely done. Thanks.
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Glad you enjoyed it - thanks for reading!
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Glad you liked this - cheers!
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One thing though... Shouldn't it be January 2009? ;P
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And yeay, so glad that you liked it! Their holidays should be lovely, shouldn't they! *g*
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The credit has to go to BSL, I fear. I can only do pretty words clumsy phrases, i.e. the poetic, but BSL's the one who strings them up all nicely and makes them come alive. Don't let her tell you otherwise. *g*
I'm pleased you enjoyed this - thank you!
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