The man who had become Jack Harkness felt it like the gravity of a planet spinning away from the sun, the sudden singularity of his own pulse where a moment ago he had felt two: his, and his namesake's, softly beating in fingers and slender throat. He turned toward the portal of the Rift, and Jack's eyes marked the scars his motion left in the air.
So completely beautiful and heartbreaking, Shane. I love this story.
Just gorgeous, as always. I love the parallel-yet-converging structure here (a paradox, like the meeting to which it leads). And then the contrast between the man who tries to seal himself off from love and the one who can't ever do it -- beautiful. You don't put a foot wrong with the imagery.
I am passionately fond of some of Stewart's writing, and that poem makes an excellent prompt for this.
Thank you! You'd never imagine how stuck I got on some of those passages...I was seconds away from knocking on your door...but then it just...happened. :) I'm so glad you like it.
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So completely beautiful and heartbreaking, Shane. I love this story.
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So glad you enjoyed it...
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I am passionately fond of some of Stewart's writing, and that poem makes an excellent prompt for this.
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