Under A Juniper Tree
SUMMARY: amyhit suggested "Five Times Scully Scares Mulder." I started writing the fic, but this was the only segment of it that came out how I wanted. It's a touch longer than a drabble. Both the title of the story and the mantra of Scully's roommate come from T.S. Eliot's Ash Wednesday. Thanks to scarletbaldy for looking this over on vacation.
( He's learning to navigate the jagged rocks of her coastline. )
( He's learning to navigate the jagged rocks of her coastline. )
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your scully - gah - she is so beyond my ability to articulate. also, while very few writers can manage a limited omniscient POV well, you manage like a pro, jumping from the deep nervous fear of mulder's mind:
The flatness of her affect chews at him, seeming more like scar tissue than a healing wound. She is turning into a chilly white thing he doesn't like to look at.
and his poetic tenderness (god i love this line):
Her hair escapes the elastic band, bouncing behind her, and he remembers when she used to wear it long around her girlish face, chasing nightmares through the woods.
to scully's desperate - often horrifying - stoicism:
with infinite care, cut the fragile blue-lipped creature to pieces. She'd printed the chubby fingers, zipped the bag back up, and carried the small bundle to the ( ... )
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Oh, you dear, dear lady. Thank you for this lovely feedback!
oh yes, this, this is exactly what i had in mind. and i see it as being enormously in character, which is just an added bonus with your writing, which i always admire and enjoy, but don't always identify with directly. this time, i do.
My relief at this is palpable. There were so many places to go with the prompt and none of the other scenes I jotted down felt right at all. Interestingly, I don't always identify with my writing either.
the way you manage to write the full scope of scully's character is remarkable. she is so tucked and folded and fortified that it can seem she is not a sexual being, and even that she was never younger than she is now - almost that she doesn't exist outside of the moment. you write her with the superior fullness of a person, yet manage not to lose the sense of her honed relentlessness - the immediacy of her.You couldn't have said anything to make me happier, truly. I love them both and I don't think of myself as a Scullyist, but ( ... )
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how i came i never read this before? did i really stop checking my flist as early as september? ANYWAY. this was beautiful, and sad, and beautiful, and oh man, write more soon, kthx.
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WTF.
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