Prosfic - Never The Words They Say

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Well, happy Boxing Day - I hope everyone's full of goodness and glee after yesterday, and enjoying themselves still. Here's another story from me, should sorting out all that wrapping paper start to pall *g*

Never The Words They Say


Title: Never The Words They Say
Author: Slantedlight
Slash or Gen: Slash
Archive at ProsLib/Circuit/Hatstand: Certainly, if wanted!
Disclaimer: Bodie, Doyle and the CI5 universe do not belong to me, and I certainly don't make any money out of them. I'm just borrowing them to play with over the long cold winter...

Comments

[izzie7.livejournal.com]

I saved this one to read when I had more time, and I am so glad I did, even though it makes it almost impossible now to comment since everyone else has already said all the things I want to say too!

It was so right that they would have to get away for a bit, to try to recover some sense of why they continue to do what they do, to try to come to the terms with the fact that they allowed Cowley to do this to them, and the pacing of this story is perfect. I loved their first full day at the croft, & how they were oblivious to the fact that the entire village knew they were there - very realistic. You created a terrific sense of atmosphere, and you have a beautiful, understated way of describing their relationship developing - like the way Doyle moves the sleeping Bodie's clothes to warm by the fire on the day the snow comes.

Absolutely loved the eureka moment:

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.

and Bodie as Doyle's phantom-self - what a lovely, perfect image.

Oh, & this was great - made me giggle:
“So who did all this then?” Bodie asked, bringing his hand up to brush hair away from Doyle’s forehead. “They follow you when you left?”

“Not unless they were disguised as snowflakes,” he said, and surprised an amused snort from Bodie.

This was just lovely, & I'm with the others who'd appreciate another visit :)

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it makes it almost impossible now to comment
Well you did a wonderful job anyway! I'm so impressed with the amazing feedback people are giving at discoveredinalj, it's brilliant...

So thank you for the lovely comments, I'm really glad you liked it! It was actually really nice to write, so I might just be tempted to send 'em back up... *g*