Fandom: QAF US
Rating: PG-13(ish).
Spoilers: Nothing, really.
Author's Notes: Uh, I'm a whore for Damien Rice, so I guess one could say this was spiritually inspired by I Remember. Thus the title. It's more of a tonal thing than a literal one, though. It's a bit sad, to be honest! Written for
pluvial_poetry.
Specifics: Brian/Michael. 2,800 words. Pre-
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(You know they live in their own little bubble. 's cute.)
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I'm curious... did you hear that? That was the sound of MY HEART BEING RIPPED OUT OF MY CHEST. *GUH* this is amazing.
And of course, my favorite line is: But here, in the fantasy, it's shiny-polished-new and Brian reaches out his hand and says, Let's fly. because, after all, it's me.
(yeah, I'm totally glad we did always_exchange just so you could write this fic.)
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Eeee.
(yay! ALTHOUGH WHERE DID EVERYONE GO, ROFL!)
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This is going straight to memories
THANKS!!
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Thank you!
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Even if he has to eat instant ramen for dinner every night, he always looks hot. Sometimes Michael wonders where that came from, and why it started.
Josephmaryandjesus. I've said this before, but you had the gift of resuming a whole story using few words. I can't tell you how much I love those lines.
Thanks for decoding Brian through Mikey's eyes, yet I'm not sure if decoding is the right word: it's impossible to decipher Brian, at least completely, you just have to get in the car and hope he wants to drive to the end of the world with you.
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The whole motif with the fantasies interjected into the story is so brilliant and totally heartbreaking. Bravo, as usual.
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Uhh, I like hurting people, it seems. I do it a lot. :/
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