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lyras July 20 2006, 21:18:09 UTC
Interesting format, and it works well, although I had to go back and start again once I realised which voice was whose. The writing is lovely, full of vivid imagery - I especially like "in un-eager tumbling disgusting like a battlefield in the aftermath" (and then the interruption!), and "Painting one's heart with black paint that kills the light". Gorgeous!

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malefics July 24 2006, 16:21:22 UTC
Thank you. This was really a poem, but I felt it would be all right to post it anyway. I'm so glad you liked it.

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spessartine July 20 2006, 22:56:30 UTC
Wow, this is lovely. I love the slow tipping of balance from Salazar to Regulus, and Salazar's dialogue is just excellent. I love:

How long has my heart been nothing but the rotten fruit cocoon of the black walnut? A slippery and meaningless thing, tripping the feet.

The whole thing has a delicious lilting rhythm to it.

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malefics July 24 2006, 16:21:42 UTC
Thank you, sweets!

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kethlenda July 25 2006, 15:28:59 UTC
Oh, this is so beautiful. The things you do with words ought to be illegal!

I agree with Spess, I love the shifting of the balance. I love Reg's disillusionment with everything Salazar stands for, and Salazar's infinite vanity. *dies of pretty words*

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malefics July 26 2006, 02:23:46 UTC
Aw, goodness! Thank you so very much. Yes, Salazar is a bit vain, isn't he? ;D

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themostepotente July 26 2006, 01:09:56 UTC
God, this is gorgeous. Two beautifully written and perfectly in character tragic figures. And that you brought them together? Brilliant.

*hearts*

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malefics July 26 2006, 02:24:20 UTC
Thank you again! It was a pleasure to write, as poetics often are. I'm so glad you enjoyed it.

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bloodrebel333 August 1 2006, 00:29:48 UTC
Oh, I like this.

Then it was a smug thing, self-satisfied, cream that must be lapped again and again for the briefest taste of that first ecstasy, as addictive as it was futile. Then it was habit, meaningless save for the few cold and cruel remnants of an old world which I kept crushed in my fist.

This is the best part.

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