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moemachina, 2021-09-10 [original]
This is all great, but I really love that zingy opening -- “You made a joke.” / “I am capable" -- and how warm and serenely pragmatic Celes and Sabin are with one another.
queenlua, 2021-09-11 [original]
gaheilhga gosh what a sweet little fic. the "do you want to talk about this" + "not really", the complicated comfort of the thing they're in, Sabin being the brother prone to crying, Edgar's 'hideous' nosiness... just lots of lovely little fresh details and I love the feel of Sabin and Celes together here. Thanks for sharing~
CorpseBrigadier, 2021-09-13 [original]
I love both the intense banter and the intense awkwardity of this piece. The gradual way that Sabin and Celes grow closer, and how once things begin to develop, they don't know quite how to talk about it. I also really loved Edgar's conversation with Celes and how the domestics suspect her of bedding the wrong brother. This was a treat to read all around!
chacusha, 2021-09-19 [original]
I love anything that references Sabin's train suplex, and I love the little details about the world like the monsters and the library in Vector and Sabin's behavior while Confused. The slow progression in their relationship felt very believable and I loved Edgar awkwardly finding out about it, especially this line: "Really, if you want to hide it, you should go in there at least once a day, move the pillows around a bit – a trick I learnt from a lady I used to frequent, back in –" XD
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee I feel a bit like it's my birthday~! I love this so much. The way you've captured their characters here, and the way they come together to form something somewhat whole in the aftermath of everything. The gentle way they are with each other, when there's not much gentleness to go around. The way Locke and Edgar and their friends hang over them.
Nothing about Sabin’s posture changed. “You don’t love me.”
“No,” she said. “Should I?”
“Well, the feeling’s mutual, I guess,” he said.
This section hit me in all the best ways. Love the unresolved yet resolved tension between them. I love this, thank you so much for writing this for me!