Wrap my arms around him & pretend (Adelle/Victor)

[dollsome]

Title: Wrap my arms around him & pretend
Pairing: Adelle/Victor
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,203
Spoilers: set right before 2x09
Summary: Miss Lonelyhearts has one last go. A prelude to “Stop Loss.”
Author's Note: ... I got up early today to work on homework. And then, as I was drying my hair, I thought, 'Hey! Isn't it interesting how Roger showed up

Comments

[sinemoras09]

DAMN.

Okay, so I know I've been all creepy!stalker-like and never commenting on your posts, but dude. This was BRILLIANT. Seriously. I love this fic to BITS, I love the characterization and just how vulnerable/hurt Adelle is. And that bit about Roger being a real person was a particularly insightful line as well!

Great work! :D

[dollsome]

1. HI AGAIN!

2. Awwwww, thank you! ♥ Some of the discussion over at dewitt_dominic recently was over the idea of Roger having been an old boyfriend of Adelle's, and oh, there is something about that that just gets me. Oh, Addie. How can one person be so vulnerable and tragic and yet so hardcorebadassawesome at the same time? It should not be possible, AND YET.

[otahyoni]

Behold, flailing and capslock abuse:

AUGGGGGGGGGGH, MY SOUL.

His dark hair, his thoughtful expression: yes, he really does look very much like Roger right now. Roger, of course, was more classically handsome - no puppy-dog eyes or funny ears. A bit taller as well. But the resemblance had struck her five years ago, watching him walk through the Dollhouse the first time, and, well. Good enough.

Yes! Adelle's mythical background! WOE THAT WE SHALL NEVER KNOW.

She settles back onto the sofa, slumping a little, not bothering to cross her legs.

Okay, this is slightly ridiculous, but of all the soul-crushing Adelle angst going on in this (glorious, magnificent, ugly in the very best way) piece, this little detail just killed me the most. I mean, when Adelle is not perfectly poised... I don't even know how to finish that sentence. It's like my brain can't comprehend such a thing. But God, here, you just SLAYED me.

He looks at her as though he can’t quite recognize her. She could laugh. This man is programmed to love her, he exists to be

[dollsome]

THANK YOU, BUDDY! ♥

Adelle's mythical background!! On one hand, I sort of like that we get to just imagine stuff for ourselves. On the other, no I don't, I'm just a big liar, I want seasons upon seasons of Adelle DeWitt, damn it all!

The world is cruel.

Okay, this is slightly ridiculous, but of all the soul-crushing Adelle angst going on in this (glorious, magnificent, ugly in the very best way) piece, this little detail just killed me the most. I mean, when Adelle is not perfectly poised... I don't even know how to finish that sentence. It's like my brain can't comprehend such a thing. But God, here, you just SLAYED me.

OH, I love you picking that out! I didn't want to get super anvillicious with it, but oh man. I rewatched "Stop Loss" last night, and OLIVIA IN THAT EPISODE, JEEZ. The fact that Adelle DeWitt sunk to a low so low that she was passed out drunk on her desk, like, hair mussed and drooling, it just does things to my heart in the most brutal and awesome of ways. Best character ever, this woman!!

[sevendayloan]

Okay, I love this fic way more than is healthy. I mean, print it out and sneak it into class in my purse, that kind of love. Because this is beautiful, it really is. The insight into Adelle's mind - it feels so vulnerable, and yet so true to character. It's angst-aplenty, and I mean that in the best way possible. My heart, I swear, it was actually aching as I read. This part:

She can tell he’s startled. He looks at her as though he can’t quite recognize her. She could laugh. This man is programmed to love her, he exists to be wild about her, and even he is looking at her like that. What truly magnificent heights she’s reached. She stares evenly back. Lifts an eyebrow. Finally, his expression changes, turns kinder. “I did miss you, my darling.”

Was especially devastating. Oh, Adelle. And then the ending! Perfectly painful, truly gorgeous. Thanks for writing this. <3

[dollsome]

Aw, thank you so much! ♥ I had a really good time with this one, in that special way where I was simultaneously depressing myself. Adelle's dealings with Roger is a source of such endless fascination to my brain! Our poor girl.

[miss_atom]

Wen I saw you wrote Adelle/Roger!Victor I was excited and scared. The whole Miss lonelyhearts things makes me so SAD for Adelle, poor BB. I but I love the angst and you pretty much write with golden ink my friend.

IT WAS BEAUTIFUL AND PAINFUL. Oh Adelle, you can do whatever you please.

Compose a damned sonnet or two.
There are some of us who do want to compose sonnets for you Adelle!

Everyone has something to say about Adelle's hair don't they :D

I love the idea of her thinking Topher thinks she is a fairy tale evil queen ♥

[dollsome]

Aw, thank you so much! :D Oh, Adelle DeWitt, you endless source of angst and glory. I do not think I will ever tire of writing about her.

Bwahaha, in my head, everyone's first priority would be going ":O" over Adelle's hair. Like, quite frankly, it sort of surprises me that comatose Attic-escaped Dominic was able to bust out "No, no, you bitch" rather than "Whoa, you cut off all your hair!" COME ON, THIS IS MONUMENTAL STUFF.

[miss_atom]

I sincerely hope you never stop writing about her! ♥

[juniperlane]

Oh my heck, this is brutal and glorious, all at the same time. And you have just... nailed Adelle's characterization here. It's almost sort of insane how very much so. What she's given up, what she takes pride in, the dry, caustic wit.

It’s reached unparalleled levels of maddening, that no one around her seems capable of understanding that. Good Lord, it’s not as if they’re running a soup kitchen. Standing outside grocery stores and ringing little bells beside Salvation Army buckets at Christmas.

This is completely bad-ass, I have to say. Awesome.

[dollsome]

Thank you so much! It is always a scary-yet-awesome endeavour to write her when she's plummeting toward the depths of despair, because the sadder she gets, the more scary and UTTERLY FIERCE she becomes. I really enjoyed attempting to capture that. Oh, Adelle Motherflippin' DeWitt, lady of incomparable glory! ♥