Awwww, how sweet and with an undercurrent of angst that's perfect. I was thinking about Peter's birthday yesterday and this was the perfect marker for it.
I love this part: Peter curls his fingers tighter in Gabriel's hair and tries to comfort him, but Gabriel can't settle down.
"You should run far away from me," he says, more of a breath than actual words, and Peter shakes his head lazily and holds on tighter.
Both of my babies liked to curl their adorable little baby fists into my hair when we laid together. My daughter would try to twirl it, but my hair was too short for that. She still tried. Must be some sort of instinct.
Peter being sleepy and warm and twining his fingers into Gabriel's hair makes me think of that instinctive baby action - holding onto a parent, a guardian, a source of love and affection and protection. It's such a wonderful memory to me, something that imprinted really strongly into my brain, that ... I don't know. It makes me feel very lovey. I've never read anything by anyone that triggered off that particular memory/feeling in me, of having my babies clutching my hair.
I'm so glad, you have no idea. I always value your input and I adore your stories and I'm glad we've been able to connect in the past year. I'm so happy that my little story inspired such emotion in you, it's unexpected, but wonderful.
I cannot wait to read your future fics and just talk with you. You're a wonderful person.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, and you're welcome. :)
A very nice read, just the right amount of everything. I particularly enjoyed "He watches as a weak downpour of snowflakes makes its way down outside" for no real reason other than you described a more average snowfall with 'weak downpour'. Not all snowfall is so romantic and "perfect" I guess.
I for some reason thought Peter's birthday was the 23rd? Probably just me.
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"You should run far away from me," he says, more of a breath than actual words, and Peter shakes his head lazily and holds on tighter.
Both of my babies liked to curl their adorable little baby fists into my hair when we laid together. My daughter would try to twirl it, but my hair was too short for that. She still tried. Must be some sort of instinct.
Peter being sleepy and warm and twining his fingers into Gabriel's hair makes me think of that instinctive baby action - holding onto a parent, a guardian, a source of love and affection and protection. It's such a wonderful memory to me, something that imprinted really strongly into my brain, that ... I don't know. It makes me feel very lovey. I've never read anything by anyone that triggered off that particular memory/feeling in me, of having my babies clutching my hair.
Thank you for the gift.
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I cannot wait to read your future fics and just talk with you. You're a wonderful person.
Thanks so much for reading and commenting, and you're welcome. :)
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I particularly enjoyed "He watches as a weak downpour of snowflakes makes its way down outside" for no real reason other than you described a more average snowfall with 'weak downpour'. Not all snowfall is so romantic and "perfect" I guess.
I for some reason thought Peter's birthday was the 23rd? Probably just me.
Thank you for writing and sharing (and modding).
Merry Christmas! (And Happy Birthday, Peter!)
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And thanks! Merry christmas to you too!
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