Gah, so I promised I'd comment -- I didn't comment when I sent this back because I wanted to comment here -- and I haven't. I saw it when you first posted it, before anyone else had probably even read it yet and I knew I should have commented then, but school got in the way and so here I am nearly a week later...
I love your references to Alice in Wonderland, because it fits the situation where Catherine is like the white rabbit which is really really evident in this part: Watch as I draw breath too quickly, as my eyes haze over with gravity and the reflection of blood. This must be what it’s like to be Alice, chasing after this tiny white rabbit, only to discover that hey, this is fucking hunting season. Bang! And bunny’s guts are on the grass, on the trees, on the teeth of the hounds. White fur is stained with this blood, this red wine. It won’t come out in the wash. That's one of the parts that really got me while Brendon was looking for her. And, and, I can't forget this part either: It's in these hours that I feel most like
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I love your references to Alice in Wonderland, because it fits the situation where Catherine is like the white rabbit which is really really evident in this part: Watch as I draw breath too quickly, as my eyes haze over with gravity and the reflection of blood. This must be what it’s like to be Alice, chasing after this tiny white rabbit, only to discover that hey, this is fucking hunting season. Bang! And bunny’s guts are on the grass, on the trees, on the teeth of the hounds. White fur is stained with this blood, this red wine. It won’t come out in the wash. That's one of the parts that really got me while Brendon was looking for her. And, and, I can't forget this part either: It's in these hours that I feel most like ( ... )
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Thank you so much. Just, responses like this pwn my soul. Seriously. *hugs*
Glad you're enjoying this. ^^
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