Okay, Jojo, I'm gong to wax lyrical now! This is absolutely wonderful. As I was reading I kept marvelling at so many moments and descriptions here. I love your Bodie and Doyle. I love how grounded in 70s/80s Britain you make them - that paragraph describing Doyle's activities with his family is a great example, and he ends up with a mouth like a "badger's bum" ( that, "nous" and "poxy" are words I've missed!). Doyle's family felt very real - and I loved the whole Mr Brodie thing and his description of himself as a "sort-of policeman".
But the depiction of Boide and Doyle is where it all comes alive. Loved Bodie with his beard, Ray accosting him in the dark in the pantry, Bodie covering up his "sugar-rush" jolt of pleasure at seeing Ray, the flashbacks to Ray throwing him down the stairs, the scene in the snow, in the hospital.. well, just the whole bloody thing really.
Very, very hard to pick out a favourite line or moment, there are truly *so* many for me here. But the fic scribbler in me had a pang of envy for how well you conveyed that quiet, significant moment in the hospital. So very, very Bodie:
"Yeah. You know. Christmas. New Year. Your Dad's anniversary." Bodie shifted in the bed, frowning. His tone was earnest. "We'll make a thing of it."
Short on speech, and bereft of actions as it was, Doyle felt Bodie's version of commitment hit him right between the eyes. He believed in it immediately.
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Date: 2007-01-03 02:58 pm (UTC)But the depiction of Boide and Doyle is where it all comes alive. Loved Bodie with his beard, Ray accosting him in the dark in the pantry, Bodie covering up his "sugar-rush" jolt of pleasure at seeing Ray, the flashbacks to Ray throwing him down the stairs, the scene in the snow, in the hospital.. well, just the whole bloody thing really.
Very, very hard to pick out a favourite line or moment, there are truly *so* many for me here. But the fic scribbler in me had a pang of envy for how well you conveyed that quiet, significant moment in the hospital. So very, very Bodie:
"Yeah. You know. Christmas. New Year. Your Dad's anniversary." Bodie shifted in the bed, frowning. His tone was earnest. "We'll make a thing of it."
Short on speech, and bereft of actions as it was, Doyle felt Bodie's version of commitment hit him right between the eyes. He believed in it immediately.