so this ship has already broken me, and we've only just begun.
WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS, AND OTHER SELECTED BULLSHIT pg-13
Their generation is the hardy sort, born in the dying throes of a war and living through another in a drunken haze of jazz clubs and American fighter pilots.
She joins the Paris bureau two weeks after VE day. It is a shaken city, moreso than London ever was, even in the summer of 1940, when the chandeliers would shudder above the dance-floors and the boys back on leave would hold their glasses until their knuckles popped white.
His name is Randall Brown and his glasses are too big for his face.
“This is not our city to rebuild,” she becomes fond of saying.
Randall laughs, “Teach a man to fish-” he starts, and she’s fairly certain he’s laughing at her rather than with her. What’s more, she’s not sure she likes it
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Your Lix just breaks me here, the way she sees Randall and how she thinks things have to end. I love the detail in this as well, the moules marinere and Randall being a gentleman and the sound of silver on china for Lix's mother.
It is a shaken city, moreso than London ever was, even in the summer of 1940, when the chandeliers would shudder above the dance-floors and the boys back on leave would hold their glasses until their knuckles popped white.
Ahhh, the imagery of that is just so perfect! All of this was! I love all the details you have created here to comprise their backstory, and the way you've writtten Lix (and her mother!) and The Gentleman That Is Randall Brown -- it's all so, so good. Thank you so much for writing this!
WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE PARIS, AND OTHER SELECTED BULLSHIT
pg-13
Their generation is the hardy sort, born in the dying throes of a war and living through another in a drunken haze of jazz clubs and American fighter pilots.
She joins the Paris bureau two weeks after VE day. It is a shaken city, moreso than London ever was, even in the summer of 1940, when the chandeliers would shudder above the dance-floors and the boys back on leave would hold their glasses until their knuckles popped white.
His name is Randall Brown and his glasses are too big for his face.
“This is not our city to rebuild,” she becomes fond of saying.
Randall laughs, “Teach a man to fish-” he starts, and she’s fairly certain he’s laughing at her rather than with her. What’s more, she’s not sure she likes it ( ... )
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Ahhh, the imagery of that is just so perfect! All of this was! I love all the details you have created here to comprise their backstory, and the way you've writtten Lix (and her mother!) and The Gentleman That Is Randall Brown -- it's all so, so good. Thank you so much for writing this!
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