It's time once again (YAY!) for a fabulouse Guest Ficcer!
etharei's firm grasp of characterization and the beautiful flow of her language has more than once made me want to throw down my pen and never write again. She is one of THE shining lights in our fandom, and I was ecstatic when she agreed to write a fic for Blogathon
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Thank you so much. I've waxed poetic about you enough for you to guess how much *you* saying all this means to me. Because you are, like, the Secret-Keeper of my muses.
You know, I'm quite convinced that I did email my Bangkok address to you once. :-/ Oh well, I'm almost back in the country again, so YAY. Am sending you a letter first thing, if I have to write it on the ruddy plane.
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Such thoughts have crossed Brian’s mind before, but hearing Ian throw them at him unexpectedly makes calmer, surer. “You didn’t take him away, Ian,” he says, boredom in his face and voice. “Justin does what Justin wants to do. He left, because he wanted to. He went with you. But-“ Brian holds up a bent and oily fry, pointing it at the fiddler to emphasize his words. “I. Never. Lost. Him.” He pops the fry into his mouth. “He left, but I never lost him. You did, though. There’s a difference.”
So very, very good.
~Ellen
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Cynthia glares at the both of them, arms folded. “Why don’t the two of you go down to the men’s room and fuck already?”
i couldn't stop grinning :D
and the sex, omg. it's amazing how clearly you can shown what they feel about each other, especially the session on the floor. beautiful!
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Am still working on my sex scenes (LOL, I just realized how that would sound out of context ^_^), but kind words like yours tell me I'm on the right track, so I really appreciate it!
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