Title: Prelude to the Night
Challenge: #7, Remix
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Lemme check. Yep, pants still on fire.
Characters: Igor Larionov, technically Slava Fetisov although you won't get that from this fic
Remix of
cradle_song's Russian Evening which is a lovely fic, I only wish I had the dedication myself to take my remix to the end. Which is why
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*squeals insensibly, snuggles you to itty bitty bits*
That aside...yes. Oh darling, yes. Absolutely perfect; his feelings, his pain, his thoughts, his memories... Oh, so wonderfully done. It was so what I'd had in mind for him but never formed, and you took it and made it into something of your own, but still such a reflection of the original hurty achy Igor, too. I just adore it.
*wraps arms around the wonderful bit of remix!fic, hugs it close to her chest and makes happy squeeing noises*
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*squishes!!* <-- yes I go there, with exclamation marks!
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He started out as so kid. And i think yes he would have been a kid much like this. I am convinced the heart of every person who is a traveller and seeker is a young idealistic one, and I think you caught that so beautifully here.
“What in hell are you doing?”
But snow always melted so easily. Igor began to shiver. and that is a gorgeous ending. Not only because the words are pretty but because it's showing that Igor will never be that. Never be that creature made of stone.
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I'm so glad you liked it! *squishes*
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He was. So. Pretty. OMG.
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