And then you immediately brought me back into too wide smiles and squee and flailing with this, all this "up to late, planning, narrow beds and destroying dissenters and unf". Fire! Fire! YES.
NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I mean, BAM. NO. I am as bad as Coward. I refuse to acknowledge that there is a fever yet. NO.
"Morning," Blackwood mumbles. Why is that so completely adorable and yet still in character? You tell me, cause I can't.
Oh, Coward, dear, I'm sorry. So baffled about the lack of tea. He's all, on the ball and in charge and doing things, and then … there's no tea and the cracks are showing. They smell faintly of mildew. The dream is falling apart. Like I said^.
There. All better. No words. Not one.
Oh, the bafflement! And He doesn't like the way the shopkeeper says that word, sir. If Blackwood were here he could tell him if it was just his imagination or not. Just, Coward, Coward being all, all fragmented and unhinged and needy and and and and …
The child sticks it's tongue out at him. There are so many moments when his underlying totally fucked morality shines through, but that's got to be one of my favorites, flavored with his sense of accomplishment seconds ago. Smile, shudder, and stunned.
Dawwww. Dawwwww. Just, all this bit, his return, his eagerness, dirty hands and newspapers and 'they did it for London". Did I mention earlier that I want Blackwood/Coward/London? Because I do. During the staying up too late. Love.
What's important. Oh. Oh.
The air on his cheek is wrong. Had me shaking there, no no no. Also, having had regular nosebleeds in my sleep, it is astonishing how *messy* they are. Gack.
"Don't give me an order I cannot obey, Their reactions, both of them, just … says so very much about them, a wealth of information in one line. Flawless.
He does look insanely young without facial hair. Like, not even 20, max.
Find Henry Blackwood as soon as you can, and there, there, I had to just, stop, and take a hold of myself before I just LOST it, because there's still much to read, and there's a whole nother part to kill me, and I want to write this comment … but it's killing me still, and the foreboding! Once I read this – and once it's all up, I'm going to have to set aside some time to just read it *again* and let myself really indulge in the emotionality of it. some time when I've several days off, cause I'll end up rocking in a corner.
One day Daniel, you will be able to inspire fear with a look. You will know, and they will sense, Not just that, but from Blackwood chiding onward, I got a little creeper here and had to reach out and pet my screen. Sigh. Me.
When Henry forgets himself and calls Coward darling in that manner of his that's only half tongue in cheek DAWWWWWWW. DAWWWWWWW. *hugs self in GLEE*
Oh, Coward, having to give up all his pretty, one of a kind things. Sadface. And saying goodbye to his gun. *wail*
this time, the fever will have broken. Not only is the dream cracking, reality has gotten all tangled up, and reality has become nightmare, this push pull of hope and it's lovely.
GAH, Hans' Coward's smile. AHHHH. YES.
That's really, sharply painful, that whole bit, his humiliating and incredulously and fury and defeat.
"Fuck, but you're a pretty one." AHAHAHAHA, YES. You know how excited I am to see this, right? RIGHT? And Coward's reaction, oh, Coward, I'm sorry you hurt so pretty, we jus can't stop ourselves. Plus, accent porn: damn, I had not thought of that, idk why, but yes, they'd just *love* that, wouldn't they? mistake(n), y?
Awww. Blackwood's amusement. I bet he doesn't look quite like your Coward, does he? And oh, the dream is slotting in to place, and it's not quite fitting, and that's brutal, you.
"When you're better," Coward clarifies. "Before-" "We didn't have that kind of time." "We should have made it." …I think you know very well what that did to me.
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Date: 2010-09-05 01:36 am (UTC)NO. NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I mean, BAM. NO. I am as bad as Coward. I refuse to acknowledge that there is a fever yet. NO.
"Morning," Blackwood mumbles. Why is that so completely adorable and yet still in character? You tell me, cause I can't.
Oh, Coward, dear, I'm sorry. So baffled about the lack of tea. He's all, on the ball and in charge and doing things, and then … there's no tea and the cracks are showing. They smell faintly of mildew. The dream is falling apart. Like I said^.
There. All better. No words. Not one.
Oh, the bafflement! And He doesn't like the way the shopkeeper says that word, sir. If Blackwood were here he could tell him if it was just his imagination or not. Just, Coward, Coward being all, all fragmented and unhinged and needy and and and and …
The child sticks it's tongue out at him. There are so many moments when his underlying totally fucked morality shines through, but that's got to be one of my favorites, flavored with his sense of accomplishment seconds ago. Smile, shudder, and stunned.
Dawwww. Dawwwww. Just, all this bit, his return, his eagerness, dirty hands and newspapers and 'they did it for London". Did I mention earlier that I want Blackwood/Coward/London? Because I do. During the staying up too late. Love.
What's important. Oh. Oh.
The air on his cheek is wrong. Had me shaking there, no no no. Also, having had regular nosebleeds in my sleep, it is astonishing how *messy* they are. Gack.
"Don't give me an order I cannot obey, Their reactions, both of them, just … says so very much about them, a wealth of information in one line. Flawless.
He does look insanely young without facial hair. Like, not even 20, max.
Find Henry Blackwood as soon as you can, and there, there, I had to just, stop, and take a hold of myself before I just LOST it, because there's still much to read, and there's a whole nother part to kill me, and I want to write this comment … but it's killing me still, and the foreboding! Once I read this – and once it's all up, I'm going to have to set aside some time to just read it *again* and let myself really indulge in the emotionality of it. some time when I've several days off, cause I'll end up rocking in a corner.
One day Daniel, you will be able to inspire fear with a look. You will know, and they will sense, Not just that, but from Blackwood chiding onward, I got a little creeper here and had to reach out and pet my screen. Sigh. Me.
When Henry forgets himself and calls Coward darling in that manner of his that's only half tongue in cheek DAWWWWWWW. DAWWWWWWW. *hugs self in GLEE*
Oh, Coward, having to give up all his pretty, one of a kind things. Sadface. And saying goodbye to his gun. *wail*
this time, the fever will have broken. Not only is the dream cracking, reality has gotten all tangled up, and reality has become nightmare, this push pull of hope and it's lovely.
GAH,
Hans'Coward's smile. AHHHH. YES.That's really, sharply painful, that whole bit, his humiliating and incredulously and fury and defeat.
"Fuck, but you're a pretty one." AHAHAHAHA, YES. You know how excited I am to see this, right? RIGHT? And Coward's reaction, oh, Coward, I'm sorry you hurt so pretty, we jus can't stop ourselves. Plus, accent porn: damn, I had not thought of that, idk why, but yes, they'd just *love* that, wouldn't they? mistake(n), y?
Awww. Blackwood's amusement. I bet he doesn't look quite like your Coward, does he? And oh, the dream is slotting in to place, and it's not quite fitting, and that's brutal, you.
"When you're better," Coward clarifies. "Before-"
"We didn't have that kind of time."
"We should have made it." …I think you know very well what that did to me.