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This is really wonderful. So interesting. I saw the pairings and was immediately fascinated, and the writing was an absolute treat.
Some favourite lines:
- his voice is flat, as if somebody drove a nail through it and let out all the conviction that he once tried to express.
- It is a voice he tries not to use more often than he has to.
- like the mouth of someone who is used to kissing Jecht. He knows it. He wonders if she will read the same into his own
- He will walk away, when she releases him. He will refuse politely, and leave. (I love this!!! I love this, and the contrast with how it actually plays out. I love that Auron is so physically strong and so psychologically weak, and loathes himself for it.)
- She traces a finger over the scar on his face, and it feels like somebody has reached right into him to poke about in his insides; he can only just keep himself from retching.
- and died a death that was far more unnecessary, and even then was still doomed to live.
- even though his mind and heart are resisting, and even though he is dead.
Wonderful work. Absolutely miserable, in the best way. I'm glad I stumbled across this, and I'm glad you wrote it.