*Snort*. You're just trying to get us to ship them, aren't you?
Gestures towards a grim triptych containing a huddle of grey figures. Dark eyes stare in hopeless ennui, ribs and faces gaunt and smudged with dirt.
Very nice, because you can both see the classic concentration camp pictures, and the kind of medieval souls in torment kind of thing. Or maybe I'm projecting...
Oh, Bennet and Sandra...and Mohinder...so sweet and sad...
[Sorry, this chapter feels a bit ... bitty. We're getting there. Really.]
Catching up with everyone was good, though, so don't worry about it!
*Snort*. You're just trying to get us to ship them, aren't you?
I would never do that. They just slash themselves
Very nice, because you can both see the classic concentration camp pictures, and the kind of medieval souls in torment kind of thing. Or maybe I'm projecting...
I don't think you are. I don't know quite what I had in mind there, but it went beyond the usual pictures ... I think I had a sort of warped version of Edvard Munch's Scream. 'Cause, y'know, it's not warped enough.
Oh, Bennet and Sandra...and Mohinder...so sweet and sad...
I'm not short on sources for pathos in this story.
Hopefully more plot next time. Thanks for reading! :)
I don't know quite what I had in mind there, but it went beyond the usual pictures ... I think I had a sort of warped version of Edvard Munch's Scream. 'Cause, y'know, it's not warped enough.
No, not at all...I kind of saw those images on medieval cathedral doors. I actually have a very specific one that I thought of and have no idea where it was.
I'm not short on sources for pathos in this story.
Heh, well, it's WWII...I don't think ethos and logos were in great supply.
Hopefully more plot next time. Thanks for reading! :)
yay you're finally back with this..... *jumps around*
Mathias is so funny.... he just sort of expects Theo to help him out because they're both specials..... *shakes head*.... but yay for interaction with them.
Also the part with Benniti and Sandrine remembering their first night on the run without Clara..... awwwww.... *tear*
Hee - thank you for being so pleased to read this! :D
Mathias is so funny.... he just sort of expects Theo to help him out because they're both specials..... *shakes head*.... but yay for interaction with them.
*g* He doesn't really have anyone else ... though that might change!
Also the part with Benniti and Sandrine remembering their first night on the run without Clara..... awwwww.... *tear*
I know. I realised that I hadn't spent much time with that - they must be going out of their minds!
Thank you! Actually I hated the Matthias/Theo bit - it felt draggy (and that's after I cut a hundred words, too) ... but I did think the Mohinder bit was good - probably my favourite.
Oh baby, you know what I like when it comes to Matt and Ted. Well--that is to say, I like conversation, and you did that, and you did it good, so, well, yes. The Master approves.
The Master also approves of getting another glimpse at Isaac--damn, I'd near forgotten he existed. Not just in the story, mind you, but at all. And now I sort of miss him. snf. I swear, you write a guy for all of 400 words, you get oddly attached to him...
Bennetti sees Peter blanch in surprise - it's been easy to forget, walking under the stars and through peaceful countryside, that not so far away, a war is being fought.
And speaking of forgetfulness...damn, I forgot there was a war going on, too. Strange, that. It just doesn't seem quite real in this story, like the home front is all there is. Huh.
Mohinder Mohinder Mohinder. Keep breaking my heart, lady; I do love it so. *is shameless*
Oh baby, you know what I like when it comes to Matt and Ted. Well--that is to say, I like conversation, and you did that, and you did it good, so, well, yes. The Master approves.
You have the darnedest kinks ;)
he Master also approves of getting another glimpse at Isaac--damn, I'd near forgotten he existed. Not just in the story, mind you, but at all. And now I sort of miss him. snf. I swear, you write a guy for all of 400 words, you get oddly attached to him...
Well, just for you there'll be an Isaac-centric fic (a one-off) coming in a couple of days ... it's just ... I'm not allowed to post it yet. Grrr ;) I like him much better when I'm actually writing him. Does that even make sense?
And speaking of forgetfulness...damn, I forgot there was a war going on, too. Strange, that. It just doesn't seem quite real in this story, like the home front is all there is. Huh.Yeah, I know. I've kind of held off (though to be fair, we are now merely on Day 8 of the story. Can you believe that?!) ... there will be more WWII stuff, because I
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"Let's go get a drink and something to eat."
If you're buying, thinks Theo, glumly.
*Snort*. You're just trying to get us to ship them, aren't you?
Gestures towards a grim triptych containing a huddle of grey figures. Dark eyes stare in hopeless ennui, ribs and faces gaunt and smudged with dirt.
Very nice, because you can both see the classic concentration camp pictures, and the kind of medieval souls in torment kind of thing. Or maybe I'm projecting...
Oh, Bennet and Sandra...and Mohinder...so sweet and sad...
[Sorry, this chapter feels a bit ... bitty. We're getting there. Really.]
Catching up with everyone was good, though, so don't worry about it!
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I would never do that. They just slash themselves
Very nice, because you can both see the classic concentration camp pictures, and the kind of medieval souls in torment kind of thing. Or maybe I'm projecting...
I don't think you are. I don't know quite what I had in mind there, but it went beyond the usual pictures ... I think I had a sort of warped version of Edvard Munch's Scream. 'Cause, y'know, it's not warped enough.
Oh, Bennet and Sandra...and Mohinder...so sweet and sad...
I'm not short on sources for pathos in this story.
Hopefully more plot next time. Thanks for reading! :)
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Suuuure...
I don't know quite what I had in mind there, but it went beyond the usual pictures ... I think I had a sort of warped version of Edvard Munch's Scream. 'Cause, y'know, it's not warped enough.
No, not at all...I kind of saw those images on medieval cathedral doors. I actually have a very specific one that I thought of and have no idea where it was.
I'm not short on sources for pathos in this story.
Heh, well, it's WWII...I don't think ethos and logos were in great supply.
Hopefully more plot next time. Thanks for reading! :)
Bah, plot!
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IN YOUR MIND.
Heh, well, it's WWII...I don't think ethos and logos were in great supply.
*snort* ... what about Porthos? Everyone always forgets poor Porthos.
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Mathias is so funny.... he just sort of expects Theo to help him out because they're both specials..... *shakes head*.... but yay for interaction with them.
Also the part with Benniti and Sandrine remembering their first night on the run without Clara..... awwwww.... *tear*
can't wait for the next chapter! ;)
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Mathias is so funny.... he just sort of expects Theo to help him out because they're both specials..... *shakes head*.... but yay for interaction with them.
*g* He doesn't really have anyone else ... though that might change!
Also the part with Benniti and Sandrine remembering their first night on the run without Clara..... awwwww.... *tear*
I know. I realised that I hadn't spent much time with that - they must be going out of their minds!
Thanks for reading :)
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Wonderful to see this back. :)
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I'm kind of really cracked in the head right now, so that is all I will say before I make an idiot out of myself D:
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The Master also approves of getting another glimpse at Isaac--damn, I'd near forgotten he existed. Not just in the story, mind you, but at all. And now I sort of miss him. snf. I swear, you write a guy for all of 400 words, you get oddly attached to him...
Bennetti sees Peter blanch in surprise - it's been easy to forget, walking under the stars and through peaceful countryside, that not so far away, a war is being fought.
And speaking of forgetfulness...damn, I forgot there was a war going on, too. Strange, that. It just doesn't seem quite real in this story, like the home front is all there is. Huh.
Mohinder Mohinder Mohinder. Keep breaking my heart, lady; I do love it so. *is shameless*
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You have the darnedest kinks ;)
he Master also approves of getting another glimpse at Isaac--damn, I'd near forgotten he existed. Not just in the story, mind you, but at all. And now I sort of miss him. snf. I swear, you write a guy for all of 400 words, you get oddly attached to him...
Well, just for you there'll be an Isaac-centric fic (a one-off) coming in a couple of days ... it's just ... I'm not allowed to post it yet. Grrr ;) I like him much better when I'm actually writing him. Does that even make sense?
And speaking of forgetfulness...damn, I forgot there was a war going on, too. Strange, that. It just doesn't seem quite real in this story, like the home front is all there is. Huh.Yeah, I know. I've kind of held off (though to be fair, we are now merely on Day 8 of the story. Can you believe that?!) ... there will be more WWII stuff, because I ( ... )
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