Sometimes it just feels impossible to comment - when something is just too beautiful and perfect and moves you *so* much, how is it possible to find words to express all of it? This story is one of those occasions.
Right now I'm taking the easy path of commenting on things which I can type about without the tears welling up...
It struck me that this one is very very reminiscent of the post Christmas story - the fleeing into Egypt part, trying to avoid slaughter, off into hiding. Also, so many parts ring with a cadence or rhythm of litany or liturgy - or it does so for me.
I find it so encouraging to see that in the midst of this exile, this bleak winter, we discover that they will always be alright - they've had to leave behind their community, their friends, but there will be more friends, new community around them, wherever they end up. Loyal friends, friends who will care for them. It makes the little references to all they've lost, like "Susan's trips" for example, less biting.
I don't know how you managed it, but it's wondrous how you've balanced their feelings for each other - there, but not there - connected but not - complete, but only to a point. Then taking it all the way. Beautiful. The shaving ritual will remain one of my favourites of all time - so erotic and so spiritual, just perfect.
There are a *lot* of pieces which I want to quote - one of those stories where it feels impossible to pull out favourite bits because it would end up being most of the story... But, here's me trying to keep it to a manageable amount!
No retort, no insult, no sarcastic jab about his modesty. Just… a kind of comfortable pull between them, the same feeling that kept them together on a job, that meant they each knew where the other was, what the other was doing, was going to do. For a while Bodie’d thought they were losing it, would lose it, but it was still there. They worked well together.
echoed, completed later with this one
Bodie’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and he still didn’t say anything, but Doyle knew it was okay. They always knew which way the other would break, and they knew now too. Maybe they’d even known before, had just lacked the guts to actually do anything about it, to make this move that would change everything once and forever.
Simply wonderful. Thank you for this amazing story. And I'll join in the crew who are petitioning for more of this universe!
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Date: 2006-12-26 09:01 pm (UTC)Right now I'm taking the easy path of commenting on things which I can type about without the tears welling up...
It struck me that this one is very very reminiscent of the post Christmas story - the fleeing into Egypt part, trying to avoid slaughter, off into hiding. Also, so many parts ring with a cadence or rhythm of litany or liturgy - or it does so for me.
I find it so encouraging to see that in the midst of this exile, this bleak winter, we discover that they will always be alright - they've had to leave behind their community, their friends, but there will be more friends, new community around them, wherever they end up. Loyal friends, friends who will care for them. It makes the little references to all they've lost, like "Susan's trips" for example, less biting.
I don't know how you managed it, but it's wondrous how you've balanced their feelings for each other - there, but not there - connected but not - complete, but only to a point. Then taking it all the way. Beautiful. The shaving ritual will remain one of my favourites of all time - so erotic and so spiritual, just perfect.
There are a *lot* of pieces which I want to quote - one of those stories where it feels impossible to pull out favourite bits because it would end up being most of the story... But, here's me trying to keep it to a manageable amount!
No retort, no insult, no sarcastic jab about his modesty. Just… a kind of comfortable pull between them, the same feeling that kept them together on a job, that meant they each knew where the other was, what the other was doing, was going to do. For a while Bodie’d thought they were losing it, would lose it, but it was still there. They worked well together.
echoed, completed later with this one
Bodie’s eyes widened almost imperceptibly, and he still didn’t say anything, but Doyle knew it was okay. They always knew which way the other would break, and they knew now too. Maybe they’d even known before, had just lacked the guts to actually do anything about it, to make this move that would change everything once and forever.
Simply wonderful. Thank you for this amazing story. And I'll join in the crew who are petitioning for more of this universe!