What a lovely read. It has a cadence to it almost like a chant, which is really quite perfect for the story. Shades of meaning amidst spareness that goes right down to the soul of the matter. And of course objects tie you to the person who gave them to you--if they were given with love and an understanding of who you really are. Dean's amulet; Sam's knife. It's fitting. It was sad, but I'd have to say it was a happy ending as well. Free and together. What could be more right?
Nicely done. I like the rhythm of this piece, and how it moves from grief to peace. And of course Sam makes the choice he does, and it pains Dean and Bobby, but it’s the only solution that works for Sam, that lets him have what he needs most of all.
Favorite lines:
ten years of not forgetting, not settling in comfortable beds, not tasting what he’s eating, because he mustn’t enjoy life, not this way, not when he’s not done yet.
Oh, Sam.
He’s a Winchester. He holds his purpose. He never asked for serenity. All he wants is Dean.
Such pain in this last line. *hugs Sam*
Like the wind through trees, Sam enters.
Great analogy.
It fades and shimmers like stardust before it disappears bleeding into the colours of the new day, and they are soaring and soaring, till he can’t see the dawn, can’t see Bobby, nor the fire, nor himself, just the world, the soaring, the belonging, his brother, peace.
Lovely and a little aching, but ultimately it puts a smile on my face, because they’re together and they’re free.
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Lovely and hurty.
And the idea of an object tying you to the person who gave it to you is, actually...a lot like sympathetic magic, so... Very cool and works well.
The chant is amazing.
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And yei! You liked it.
ps most indian chants are fudging amazing. The images they evoke is just... superb.
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:)
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I really love the mythical feel of this. Very unearthly.
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Favorite lines:
ten years of not forgetting, not settling in comfortable beds, not tasting what he’s eating, because he mustn’t enjoy life, not this way, not when he’s not done yet.
Oh, Sam.
He’s a Winchester. He holds his purpose. He never asked for serenity. All he wants is Dean.
Such pain in this last line. *hugs Sam*
Like the wind through trees, Sam enters.
Great analogy.
It fades and shimmers like stardust before it disappears bleeding into the colours of the new day, and they are soaring and soaring, till he can’t see the dawn, can’t see Bobby, nor the fire, nor himself, just the world, the soaring, the belonging, his brother, peace.
Lovely and a little aching, but ultimately it puts a smile on my face, because they’re together and they’re free.
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Thank you for reading!
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