Comments | waltzmatildah: fic: concentrating on falling apart... (Alex/Meredith)

waltzmatildah

fic: concentrating on falling apart... (Alex/Meredith)

Sep 20, 2010 21:50

Title: Concentrating on falling apart...
Characters/Pairings: Alex, Alex/Lexie, Alex/Meredith, Meredith/Derek, Alex/Izzie.
Word Count: 2050
Rating: R
Prompt: For softly_me at the Doomed Ship Ficathon. We're concentrating on falling apart. We were contenders. Now, we're throwing the fight.
Summary: Alex and Meredith and the aftermath of the season six ( Read more... )

character: ga: derek, character: ga: lexie, character: ga: alex, fic: prompt me, character: ga: meredith, fic: one shot, character: ga: bailey, television: grey's anatomy

Comments 5

ovariesofsteel September 20 2010, 18:41:49 UTC

I'm not sure if I love you or hate you, whether I should cry or squee.

This was phenomenal and horrible, everything and nothing.

♥

waltzmatildah September 21 2010, 00:14:44 UTC

Haha, sorry for being so confusing!!

But, thank you for reading! And I'm glad you liked it, even if it was horrible at times! You know me, there is rarely a happy ending in sight.

citron_presse September 21 2010, 05:03:11 UTC

This is an awesome piece of writing. I may have said this before, but I very much admire your talent with imagery. Here, I don't quite know how you made the raw, bleak angst shine through a canvas of gorgeous words, but I do know that the combination made Alex's pain real and palpable, and the writing a true painful pleasure to read.

Great stuff.

waltzmatildah September 21 2010, 06:34:36 UTC

A painful pleasure... oooh, I like it!

And thank you so much for reading and reviewing, I really appreciate it. This was meant to be a comment fic for a drabble-a-thon but seem to take on a life of its own as it went, so I'm not even really sure where it came from!

Thank you again.

dulcedeusex January 12 2011, 13:51:04 UTC

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF.
THIS PAIRING. IS FAST BECOMING MY OTHER OTP (Cristina/Burke are numero uno) ON THIS FRAKKING SHOW THAT CAN KILL YOU WITH TENSION AND STUFF.

Holy Crap do I love this fic. It's totally going in my memories of course. I don't even know how to write like this. I couldn't even if I tried, it would come out sounding pretentious and forced.

I freaking bow at your mightily impressive feet.

The imagery, the dialogue, THEM... seriously, DUUUUDE!

Favorite bits:

He shrugs at the mascara that trails tracks to her chin. Can't give her answers to the never-ending questions that dip and swing from her lips.

-- what beautiful, beautiful prose.

He's a cliché and he can no longer bring himself to care.
-- Oh Karev!

He doesn't understand why he cares.
Can't reconcile the intensity of his hurt with what he thought he knew about himself.
-- Oh man!

They fuck on the second night. Fall into age old habits to soothe wounds that never seem to come close enough together at the seams to heal. Raw and wrenching. ( ... )