I am place-marking, for when I get to read this for the FOURTH time, but OH GOD I'M SO PROUD/HAPPY FOR YOU! IT'S DONE! IT'S POSTED! IT'S BRILLIANT! Now I'll shut up and read. ♥♥♥
YAYYYYYY! I am so happy/excited/impressed! Little bummed this gets posted right as I'm going to work and can't, ya know, read it...but life is tough like that.
“I thought the bond between man and machine was sacred.”
Still scowling at the radio, Ray says, “Not if the machine is a dry twat that doesn’t put out.”
I laughed out LOUD! Perfect Ray!
Brad wipes down his spine, all the way to his trousers, far beyond the line of blood.
So, so good at telegraphing the heat between them, in the smallest gestures.
He closes his eyes again although he’s awake, keeping his breathing even. He wonders if the others are doing this, sleeping belly to back to keep from going crazy.
....god.
When the last one falls Brad slings his rifle over his shoulder and says, “I like it when we do things together, sir.”
Nate grins, scratching his nape. “As long as you’re happy, Brad.”
::snorts:: And the humor! The perfect goddamn black humor.
Nate can feel Brad's body waking up, the stretch of his leg and the flex of his top shoulder as he presses into Nate's hand. He almost blinks once, and then really does it, squinting at Nate. Nate kisses him again, lightly but insistently, because he's not dead and he
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Such gorgeous description. You know I'm in love with your description, as always, but DAMN, woman.
I will never get tired of this compliment. Description can be such a pain in the ass to write (back and forth, no, this! No, say it this way!), but it's always worth it. ♥
Omg, I did not expect that ending. That was...rough to read, at points. But SO GOOD. And at least there's a modicum of hope for them, even Ray-Ray.
I'm a huge lover of the ambiguous ending, so this was a huge treat for me, layers of good and bad to think about after the story ends, but never having to land on either side.
I can't actually describe to you how this story made me feel. There was this sucking feeling of nothingness that just ate away at me, and many times I wanted to stop, walk away from my computer, go to bed because it's way too fucking late early, but I just had to keep going, read it all straight away because it had grabbed hold and would'nt let me go. I rarely have this kind of emotional attachment to anything, anything at all, and I think the feeling of utter hopeless just kind of sunk into my chest. When I get tired my eyes get sore, so I was just squinting through all the parts with Ray with my hand over my mouth, and okay. You get the message. BUT RAAAAAAAAAAY. AND BRAD. *bawls*.
Congratulations on your story. It was a real visceral punch in the gut.
There was this sucking feeling of nothingness that just ate away at me, and many times I wanted to stop, walk away from my computer, go to bed because it's way too fucking late early
As horrible as it makes me sound, this is the kind of reaction I wanted to provoke. What happens is horrible, and although it has its light moments, it is really really shitty.
I rarely have this kind of emotional attachment to anything, anything at all, and I think the feeling of utter hopeless just kind of sunk into my chest.
Horrible again, but this is an enormous compliment- thank you!
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At the moment I'm awed at its awesomeness and epicness, crying about pappy's death and brad's stoicness and nate nate nate!
pausing for dinner and stupid family things, but I'll dig tight back in as soon as I put the family to bed :p
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I shit you not, the best story in a long, long while.
Thank you :)
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SO proud of you! ::hearts::
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Still scowling at the radio, Ray says, “Not if the machine is a dry twat that doesn’t put out.”
I laughed out LOUD! Perfect Ray!
Brad wipes down his spine, all the way to his trousers, far beyond the line of blood.
So, so good at telegraphing the heat between them, in the smallest gestures.
He closes his eyes again although he’s awake, keeping his breathing even. He wonders if the others are doing this, sleeping belly to back to keep from going crazy.
....god.
When the last one falls Brad slings his rifle over his shoulder and says, “I like it when we do things together, sir.”
Nate grins, scratching his nape. “As long as you’re happy, Brad.”
::snorts:: And the humor! The perfect goddamn black humor.
Nate can feel Brad's body waking up, the stretch of his leg and the flex of his top shoulder as he presses into Nate's hand. He almost blinks once, and then really does it, squinting at Nate. Nate kisses him again, lightly but insistently, because he's not dead and he ( ... )
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I will never get tired of this compliment. Description can be such a pain in the ass to write (back and forth, no, this! No, say it this way!), but it's always worth it. ♥
Omg, I did not expect that ending. That was...rough to read, at points. But SO GOOD. And at least there's a modicum of hope for them, even Ray-Ray.
I'm a huge lover of the ambiguous ending, so this was a huge treat for me, layers of good and bad to think about after the story ends, but never having to land on either side.
In a word: tremendous. I salute you, madame.
Thank you so much, A! <3
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Congratulations on your story. It was a real visceral punch in the gut.
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As horrible as it makes me sound, this is the kind of reaction I wanted to provoke. What happens is horrible, and although it has its light moments, it is really really shitty.
I rarely have this kind of emotional attachment to anything, anything at all, and I think the feeling of utter hopeless just kind of sunk into my chest.
Horrible again, but this is an enormous compliment- thank you!
Congratulations on your story.
Thank you for reading!
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