fic: i hear something hanging around the wind.

[corleones]

i hear something hanging around the wind.
original; hanging from chandeliers. 1350 words. pg. a tiny excerpt from one of my project's with iva. merry christmas, darling! a very croft christmas: as witnessed by one jon sinclair.

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[martyr4mylove4u]

This is my favorite thing ever. My brain is screaming. Be right back, have to re-read.

[martyr4mylove4u]

The first section is incredibly. There is this great teasing tone and familiarity. Jon knows Archie and by extension he can't help but know Cordelia and there's this lovely juxtaposition of that and that this is his first time meeting her.

; she'd have worn the veil, he guesses, taking in her slim-cut grey skirt and yellow blouse, the way she waves her hands in the air - theatrics, she's the type.

I feel this line may have been specifically tailored to my needs.

She looks like Garbo, if Garbo were playing a police investigator. She looks like she could rip him to pieces and take what he withholds.
Seriously? Are you trying to kill me.

Surely you can't imagine my brother has any - restraints when he speaks with me.
There's something chilling about this. Just a vague sense of wrongness and maybe it's because you start off with telling us they don't grow up together but they could be twins and there are no walls between them, no boundaries. It's a beautifully subtle way to show them.

Cordelia straightens in her seat, her