lost ff: another time has other lives to live

[cantbesilent]

title: another time has other lives to live
characters: sawyer; sawyer/juliet
word count: 876
summary: it’s always the same: oh, thank you and then nothing but platitudes.
notes: post the incident, because that's one thing the world needs more of, right? big thanks to the ultra talented 

Comments

[wtfsignmeup2]

Just beautiful.Sad and bittersweet but I loved that it ended with a hopeful note.

He’s screwed every which way when his subconscious won’t give him what he wants. Oh, don’t be bitter, she’d say if she knew him. Don’t, James.
I teared up a little here. I hope they will remember each other if they meet again, but Juliet not remembering him is such angst..and I love angst.

[cantbesilent]

Thank you! I love angst too, but I had to give my poor dears a little hope there. :)

[scandaloussteph]

Oh my gosh ... this was really sad, with a touch of hope at the end, but really sad, and beautifully written

[cantbesilent]

Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked. :D

[angela_weber]

*happy sigh* YES. You already know that I love this--but now I can be more detailed about it. :D This is really and truly stunning, the way the words just leap off the page and kind of swirl around you with the same sort of consistency as James's dreams. It all feels very somnambulistic until that ending, where we're kind of thrown back into reality. It's a wonderful feeling and again, this style of writing suits you very well. I want to highlight some lines that jumped out at me:

It’s a patchwork, no witnesses, no relics; an illustrated history of a time when they drank up illusions as if the well would never run dry.

This is so beautifully worded, and made even more poignant by the mention of a well.

This is how the best fiction starts. He’s surrounded by houses, golden ranches with wide sun-soaked porches, and his limbs seem heavy, his skin salty in the humidity, and there’s a hazy edge to it all, as if he’s reaching for something that doesn’t really exist

I am really seriously jealous of these two sentences. They are perfect

[cantbesilent]

AH! OMG, this comment is so insane, thank you SO MUCH. I do not feel worthy of such praise, but thank you so much, both for the encouragment and the comment. I seriously started and stopped this fic about 5 times, I just couldn't get it right, so I am very glad it finally worked.

And you know, I'm really glad you liked they Hey Jude thing, I kept thinking that was corny but I really wanted to include it, mostly because I wrote this after I went to the McCartney concert and was listening to it over and over again, so it was a bit of a muse for the fic (original title of the song was Hey Jules, lol, I'm lame). It has that kind of sad but hopeful feel to it I was going for.

Thanks again, really.

[ozmissage]

This is what every Sawyer/Juliet fic should be. I just...guh. The dreamlike quality to it, the aching, the yearning for what he lost, it was all so beautiful. I could spend all day quoting it back to you but instead I'll just say this is amazingly well written.

And the ending, hopeful without erasing the pain it takes to get them there, was pefect. Awesome, awesome job.

[cantbesilent]

Wow, that is such a lovely thing to say and I am so very flattered. Thank you so much, I am really glad you liked it.

[jenthegypsy]

Most wonderful! I like the form, the rhythm this took ~ many try the disjointed connection format, but you've excelled with it here. Bittersweet throughout, and just when I'd resigned myself to reading total angst (extremely well done and totally awesome, but angst all the same), you toss out that little ray of hope ~ that prelude to what just might become a happy ending for them; or one step closer any way.

There were many sections which I thought were "the best", but I would regretfully drop one and pick up the next. Guess I'll go with the following, although I could just as easily have copied the whole of the text:

And there on her face, framed most lightly by unruly curls and mid afternoon sunshine, he sees it, the slight upturn of a smile, like the thousand smiles he’d seen before in another life, in another time, when he came home, when he called her name. He waits, and one, two, three, she’s in front of him, a word forming on her lips, and he waits and he waits and he waits for it to end

[cantbesilent]

Thank you very much! Those are such kind things to say and I am blown away by such great feedback. I'm so glad you thinked the form worked, I was so worried it wouldn't! And as much as I love angst, I have to give my poor dears something in the end, I can't bear it any other way!

Thanks again, really.