Ecce Homo

[crinolynne]

Title: Ecce Homo
Author: Crinolynne
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: The Sixth Extinction I and II.
Disclaimers: Not mine, don't sue, I am a poor boy from a poor family, etc.
Notes: Thanks to Eloise and Amanda for support. For those curious about the title, it is a play on the Christ imagery of Mulder during the Sixth Extinction, as well as being the title of

Comments

[elis_xf]

This is very sweet! Well done. I loved the rhythm of the paragraphs. The imagery is also very strong. "A shred of wet paper slaps against her calf, clings there like pale seaweed. Scully peels it off and feels the night through her damp stocking." I loved this, such a specific feeling, and a lovely way to put it. Very unique. :) Well done. Perfect holiday treat. :)

[crinolynne]

Thanks very much! I enjoyed writing it, and I'm so glad you enjoyed reading it. I'm liking my exploration of this hobby. :)

[xfdryad]

Omg that's absolutely gorgeous.

*poke*
*poke*
*poke*

[crinolynne]

I am lousy at feedback! But I am posting a story right now.

[aud_woman_in]

The writing and perceptiveness in this just beautiful, and I really loved so many vivid passages that make everything so palpable and multi-dimensional:

Scully will watch the wings of his scapulae, the flexion of his back, and think him the most elegant machine she has ever examined. She will arc beneath him like a moonbeam.

He rises, and the floor creaks again as he walks. She is aware of the ambient heat of his body behind her. She can smell aftershave on his sleep-warm skin, Neosporin and iodine under his bandages. Scully feels the phantom weight of his hand at her hip, the smooth grain of the bat.

Only that there comes a point where you're so inextricably linked to a person that it feels silly to kiss him chastely on the forehead as though you're going home to a lover or a convent rather than an uninspired salad and a closet full of matching hangers.

Nice work!

[crinolynne]

Thank you so much! I am very sorry for my late reply. It was rude of me, especially given your thoughtful comments.

[deltachild]

I should not be reading this work, it's totally drawn me in and made me want to float away.

I loved the isolation of Scully out in the rain, and then how familiar it felt for her to be in Mulder's apartment, even if she was about to talk about the unfamiliar with him. I like how they didn't even really have to talk and that the physical surrender didn't feel like a surrender, but more of a natural progression.

Guh, just beautiful.

[elis_xf]

"Diana is dead and Albert is dead and her father, her sister, her daughter, Jack Willis...they're all dead and she's got a scar in her belly and a mystery in her neck. She's been to Antarctica, to Africa, to the inside of an elephant and the valley of the shadow all in pursuit of this truth Mulder wants so badly to find. She doesn't know what she's doing here exactly, doesn't know what she has planned. Only that there comes a point where you're so inextricably linked to a person that it feels silly to kiss him chastely on the forehead as though you're going home to a lover or a convent rather than an uninspired salad and a closet full of matching hangers."

Officially my favourite paragraph ever. Beautiful writing. Thanks for this!