This hurts so much. It looks at what's between House and Wilson starkly, and darkens it so incredibly that it's... baser. Don't dress up sex with pretty words like "love" and "desire". This is sex, ownership, Lust. Wilson's guilt over it feels like him. He's trying to do the right thing, even after having bit House the night before.
I'm trying to write House and Wilson as people, warts and all. This story is nothing like television, and I know it's disturbing. I'm probably in a better frame of mind about the situation than my readers, because I know how it ends.
But yeah, I feel like writing something a little fluffier. I think the darkest part of the story has already been written, though. I'm not planning any melodramatic dark angsty twists, and we should get to a little bit of humor fairly soon. :)
Thank you for sticking with the story. I'm hoing to finish it over the baseball-mandated hiatus.
It's such a fascinating relationship. Trying to explore the basic humanity of characters is an essential part of my writing. There's no way that this scenario is part of the backstory of the House and Wilson we see each week, but I have always felt like there was something other than the infarction that draws them together. Their power balance is so fluid, and the lines that separate them are so blurry that they must have been through something very intense and personal at one point.
I read this once, then opened up part 2 and read both at the same time, flicking back and forth so I got the events in order. In fewer words, I am loving it!! Looking forward to more :D
Interesting. When I was working on one of my other stories, I wrote it as an interlaced piece, jumping back from character to character in chunks to present an immediate view of two people at the same time. After II finished the first complete draft, I realized that I had written a visual presentation and ended up editing it back to a slightly less linear format because it would work better from the reader's perspective
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::cuddles her Wilson plushie almost fearfully::
This hurts so much. It looks at what's between House and Wilson starkly, and darkens it so incredibly that it's... baser. Don't dress up sex with pretty words like "love" and "desire". This is sex, ownership, Lust. Wilson's guilt over it feels like him. He's trying to do the right thing, even after having bit House the night before.
::shiver::
Okay, now I'm going to find fluffy, happy fic...
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But yeah, I feel like writing something a little fluffier. I think the darkest part of the story has already been written, though. I'm not planning any melodramatic dark angsty twists, and we should get to a little bit of humor fairly soon. :)
Thank you for sticking with the story. I'm hoing to finish it over the baseball-mandated hiatus.
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Thanks for your kind words.
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In fewer words, I am loving it!!
Looking forward to more :D
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