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[drinkwellwords]

Title: Wild Sage Part II
Pairing: Conor Oberst/David Rawlings/Gillian Welch, Conor Oberst/John Darnielle
Rating: R
Prompt: The photo Air Outside
Summary: John takes you, one day, to this big field.
Word Count: 707
Disclaimer
Notes: The next part of Wild Sage, a mini-arc in the Have to Explode series.

Comments

[tricky_slip]

that was just what i needed after a crappy day at work.
this was brilliant, like everything you write.

i love the format, and how it's broken up and shifts but it's still the same timeframe. it makes everything feel fragmented and broken, which fits the mood of this perfectly.

You feel more sober than you should, and you carefully put your guitar away. You're left not knowing what to say.
that line killed me. i love how you used 'sober' throughout the story. and how it could be taken so many different ways.
the end felt like he was just waking up from a dream, like reality was finally hitting him.

wow.
loooong review. but i love this story and it deserves one.
♥

[fedradiowires]

Thank you very much. I really, really appreciate your reviews - they really aren't just comments, they're reviews - and it means a lot to me that you always leave them.

♥

[sweetcupcake4]

-stutters out words-
okay there are so many bits in this story that make me want to cry but smile at the same time that's good
i like how it flicks between past and present with the emotions in it and a bit broken up like Conor's mind
Conor how he wants to be owned that bit is soooo sad, and how he thinks cause he's childlike but his thoughts are too old for a child and he can't tell John[who i don't like]what he thinks.
also the last line woah is so i dunno how to describe it [cause words are not for me]but it's a really vivid picture but also the emotion attcheed to it is soo WOW!!!
-shuts up-

[fedradiowires]

Thank you very much!

[_poetic_harlot_]

Oh wow. Flipping through this conveniently-placed dictionary, I looked up tugging-at-heartstrings and I found a screenshot of this story. Fancy that, Frankih.

Seriously though. Seriously. Seriously. I believe that last night you said this part might be happy. As in there was some chance of that. And...goodness. I cannot complain, even without the happiness, which says a lot.

The majority of this, in your lovely, simple way, you introduced such a beautiful sense of serenity. And it fits so perfectly while, at the same time, totally contradicting the last bit. I love when Conor is laying in the field smiling with his guitar. The image of that is so earthy and soft and, for just one moment, you really do think that he's fixed himself.

If only marginally. I just do not have words. The dialogue at the end was achingly fitting, and the last bits of narration are hopeful and painful and here, heartstrings. Have them to tug at, woman. Goodness!

[fedradiowires]

Okay. So. I love you.

You know me! I think things will be happy, and then. No. They're not. And they're not really peaceful, either. I live for contradictions and broken things.

I am SO GLAD you liked the dialogue in the last part. I don't think I've ever written a snippet as good as John's monologue-y-rant-thing. I like it.

And I love you. ♥

[magic_soakingxx]

so um, after reading this, my chest hurts. really. this is achingly beautiful, the way its written, the content, the characterisation, the subtlety. just everything. there's this gentle evolution of Connor's character that is so wonderful and refreshing, because so often you get cause and effect writing (like bam! then crash! does that make sense?) but this is so so natural feeling, so real that it's just Connor and it makes me think of the first picture i ever saw of him where he was hiding in this grey hoodie and he looked so lost but so kinda...determined to find his way. somehow.
and and and the whole lying in the field thing is what i skipped work to do today (without John Darnielle, sadly) and the line When you pull into the field, you're struck by the expanse of yellow, alive and well and thriving under a cloudless sky. It's all flowers, reaching up to kiss the wild blue. completely captures that hyper real feeling, of coming outside finally, after being inside for forever. its almost like that's what Connor's doing. he's

[fedradiowires]

Thank you! Thank you so much, I'm really glad you enjoyed this so much. I'm not freaked out, so much as absolutely awed that you'd think so highly of my writing. Every time I get a comment like yours - any time I get a comment at all - I'm sort of struck by just how awesome it is that people like what I do.

If you've read the first part of "Wild Sage", have you read the other vignettes? There's all the rest of the story there. I think you'd like "Into The Fold" the best. But I am so, so glad you liked this.
Thank you.

Frankih

PS - DID I FLAIL ABOUT HOW YOU KNOW WHO JOHN DARNIELLE IS? No I didn't. So. FLAIL.