The descriptiveness of the beginning … yes. Sometimes I don't even care what happens in the story when it's written so beautifully. Um, not that this was the case with this, but this writing would have made me happy even if there was no sexing.
GUH, voice throwing fingers in the mouth omg killed me dead already. Seriously. Look at that. Total incoherence in what? 200 words? (And I think I would kill to have a fic just of that.)
Coward stares for a moment and then stumbles forward, his fingers reaching out to touch the bars of the cell. This line just, just really whumps me. Bringing all the confidence and the teasing and the desperation and the worry into one little twist. And then "Do you have any idea," he says, bright and strained. "How eager I am to see you hang?"
What I love is how fragmented Coward is here. And how he seems peripherally aware of it. He's worried and hurt and angry and confused and arrogant and teasing and needy and manipulative and and and – ah, there: dismayed by the clarion of his own voice and startled by the hysteria in it. and THERE: seeking escape and purchase at the same time.
Coward's not thinking things through here, and you somehow make me feel it's such a departure from his usual (in this verse) for him to be acting this way; he's flipping through reactions, trying to find one that will get the reaction he wants in return, and it's kind of painful. (Ok, so I totally have something weird going on with the whole unaware obviously needy characters) Coward stretches his fingers into the air and smiles. And then here he seems to have found something that works.
Coward cuts him off, still smiling. "Tell me." Coward's actions here, Blackwood's lack of action, I may have actually whimpered when he set his foot back down – TENSION, YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT.
I shall never look at the word spoiled in quite the same way.
You left your scent on the bedclothes, Henry. Favorite line. Hands down. I could articulate why, but then this comment would end up being ten pages longer than it already is.
Curious: is it Coward or Blackwood saying "On our bed," he says.? Because both ways have equally wrenching but very different takes.
Tease!Coward is … fucking breaking my brain, I tell you. OMFGY and that he came to Blackwood without anything, and Blackwood's reaction, yeah, losing words, oh, damn… This is scorching. I mean, this is not the first time I've reread this in an attempt to leave words instead of flail (not even the fourth or fifth) and it consistently drags me in and make the room far too hot. And GODDAMNIT, my lip is bleeding again.
Greeks!
I want to feel it tomorrow. oh god the vision of him standing watching the next day…
Oh, thank you for hitting my hand/fingers/WRIST kink so hard UNGF oh hell, who am I kidding, hitting man many more of kinks hard. Like right there. Bleeding lips ohmyfuckinggod
"It can travel through the underworld with you," COWARD. YOU. "You are singular," AND BLACKWOOD. YOU TOO, GODDAMN.
And there had better be some of that remonstration on display soon. AHEM.
I really think this may be my favorite of B/C you've written, simply due to the rather overwhelmingly lush descriptive voice. There are certain authors who can write five pages describing an *apple* and I'll love it, and I'm beginning to think you're one of them. (Really, self? You're more turned on by the words than the mind-blowing sex? WEIRD)
Yeah, so attempt 903 at coherency failed as well, but I can't keep failing at giving you feedback. And this is also where I throw my hands up and ask why I even bother to write when I there's this out there. You remain fucking fantastic. (and *fucking* fantastic. Like it can't leave you alone because the sex is so awesome and omg I need to shut up now creepy self)
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GUH, voice throwing fingers in the mouth omg killed me dead already. Seriously. Look at that. Total incoherence in what? 200 words? (And I think I would kill to have a fic just of that.)
Coward stares for a moment and then stumbles forward, his fingers reaching out to touch the bars of the cell. This line just, just really whumps me. Bringing all the confidence and the teasing and the desperation and the worry into one little twist. And then "Do you have any idea," he says, bright and strained. "How eager I am to see you hang?"
What I love is how fragmented Coward is here. And how he seems peripherally aware of it. He's worried and hurt and angry and confused and arrogant and teasing and needy and manipulative and and and – ah, there: dismayed by the clarion of his own voice and startled by the hysteria in it. and THERE: seeking escape and purchase at the same time.
Coward's not thinking things through here, and you somehow make me feel it's such a departure from his usual (in this verse) for him to be acting this way; he's flipping through reactions, trying to find one that will get the reaction he wants in return, and it's kind of painful. (Ok, so I totally have something weird going on with the whole unaware obviously needy characters) Coward stretches his fingers into the air and smiles. And then here he seems to have found something that works.
Coward cuts him off, still smiling. "Tell me." Coward's actions here, Blackwood's lack of action, I may have actually whimpered when he set his foot back down – TENSION, YOU'RE DOING IT RIGHT.
I shall never look at the word spoiled in quite the same way.
You left your scent on the bedclothes, Henry. Favorite line. Hands down. I could articulate why, but then this comment would end up being ten pages longer than it already is.
Curious: is it Coward or Blackwood saying "On our bed," he says.? Because both ways have equally wrenching but very different takes.
Tease!Coward is … fucking breaking my brain, I tell you. OMFGY and that he came to Blackwood without anything, and Blackwood's reaction, yeah, losing words, oh, damn… This is scorching. I mean, this is not the first time I've reread this in an attempt to leave words instead of flail (not even the fourth or fifth) and it consistently drags me in and make the room far too hot. And GODDAMNIT, my lip is bleeding again.
Greeks!
I want to feel it tomorrow. oh god the vision of him standing watching the next day…
Oh, thank you for hitting my hand/fingers/WRIST kink so hard UNGF oh hell, who am I kidding, hitting man many more of kinks hard.
Like right there. Bleeding lips ohmyfuckinggod
"It can travel through the underworld with you," COWARD. YOU. "You are singular," AND BLACKWOOD. YOU TOO, GODDAMN.
And there had better be some of that remonstration on display soon. AHEM.
I really think this may be my favorite of B/C you've written, simply due to the rather overwhelmingly lush descriptive voice. There are certain authors who can write five pages describing an *apple* and I'll love it, and I'm beginning to think you're one of them. (Really, self? You're more turned on by the words than the mind-blowing sex? WEIRD)
Yeah, so attempt 903 at coherency failed as well, but I can't keep failing at giving you feedback. And this is also where I throw my hands up and ask why I even bother to write when I there's this out there. You remain fucking fantastic. (and *fucking* fantastic. Like it can't leave you alone because the sex is so awesome and omg I need to shut up now creepy self)