Hello - you have no idea who I am, but I lurk on alljustawork and I just had to comment to this as I honestly think it's my favourite of all the Shawn/Hunter fics I've ever found. I love the depth of characterisation and the believability of the whole thing; the emotion feels so real without ever slipping into sentiment. And you manage to make the guys very definitely guys throughout, which I always love in slash. Thank you for this.
(And somehow I'm not surprised that you like Johnny Cash. Something in your writing style makes that seem perfectly logical. :) )
Hello! I did recognize your username from alljustawork, so I had some idea who you are.
Thank you so much for the lovely comments! Like I said over at the comm, this is mopey as all hell, but something I had to write after watching that match. Those two just ping my radar (and my gaydar, but that's a whole different matter entirely), especially with the whole constant-touching thing after the match. I'm so glad you thought it felt emotional without sliding into melodrama.
(I do like Johnny Cash. But you'll find my musical taste all over the damn map.:P)
Absolutely. All the fic in this journal is public, and bluerosefairy is where I actually hang around most of the time.
Oh! Apparently we also have a friend in common - you know seiberwing, too.
And I almost wouldn't call this mopey, actually - it definitely hurts, but at the same time there's that lovely sense of there being something here that can't be taken away no matter how deeply it has to be buried, if that makes any sense? And that in itself feels almost like victory of a sort, even if a wonderfully ambiguous one...
there's that lovely sense of there being something here that can't be taken away no matter how deeply it has to be buried, if that makes any sense?
Makes perfect sense, and that's definitely a quality I was going for: hurty, but hopeful. There is a small victory in this for Hunter, otherwise he'd have lost any and all hope of Shawn in his life in that way. And now that I think about it, I really have no idea where Shawn was coming from in that story (I was forcing myself to have Hunter-focused tunnel vision). So I don't know if there's any sense of victory for Shawn.
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*blushes* Aww, thank you Pookie.
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(And somehow I'm not surprised that you like Johnny Cash. Something in your writing style makes that seem perfectly logical. :) )
Would you mind if I friended you, please?
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Thank you so much for the lovely comments! Like I said over at the comm, this is mopey as all hell, but something I had to write after watching that match. Those two just ping my radar (and my gaydar, but that's a whole different matter entirely), especially with the whole constant-touching thing after the match. I'm so glad you thought it felt emotional without sliding into melodrama.
(I do like Johnny Cash. But you'll find my musical taste all over the damn map.:P)
Absolutely. All the fic in this journal is public, and bluerosefairy is where I actually hang around most of the time.
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And I almost wouldn't call this mopey, actually - it definitely hurts, but at the same time there's that lovely sense of there being something here that can't be taken away no matter how deeply it has to be buried, if that makes any sense? And that in itself feels almost like victory of a sort, even if a wonderfully ambiguous one...
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there's that lovely sense of there being something here that can't be taken away no matter how deeply it has to be buried, if that makes any sense?
Makes perfect sense, and that's definitely a quality I was going for: hurty, but hopeful. There is a small victory in this for Hunter, otherwise he'd have lost any and all hope of Shawn in his life in that way. And now that I think about it, I really have no idea where Shawn was coming from in that story (I was forcing myself to have Hunter-focused tunnel vision). So I don't know if there's any sense of victory for Shawn.
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