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ladyelaine May 9 2012, 11:36:20 UTC
*shudder* I'm over here in the corner, whimpering.

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gabby_silang May 9 2012, 20:41:12 UTC
Excellent. My plan is coming together.

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prosodi May 10 2012, 09:23:38 UTC
He mutters night-terrors into her skirts, desperate to use his voice. Oh, it is soft as an untrod snowfall. It is the sound of her brushing his hair after a day's adventures, the sound of the poetry he reads to her every year on her birthday, his own tradition and no-one else's. He begs her now, her second son, a litany unfurls from him and into her hand that cups his cheek. She pushes his mouth shut and takes the needle from her pocket.

Ah Jesus, this? This is perfect and painful. How soft and steady Frigg's hands are. Jesus Christ. God this relationship.

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gabby_silang May 10 2012, 23:23:10 UTC
I'm actually a bit confused how this is what comes out despite my overwhelmind Natasha and Bruce feelings. BUT ANYWAY <3 THANK YOU!

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smackbad May 11 2012, 20:38:17 UTC
*slumps under the weight of everything that is perfect about this fic*

But his mother, it was she who gave him his delight in a cutting rejoinder, his free hand with whimsy and spectacle, a place to hold his secrets, his silver tongue.

YES. Backstory I didn't even know I was missing. I love this and re-read it twenty times.

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gabby_silang May 11 2012, 22:26:20 UTC
:D Glad you liked it!

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celli May 13 2012, 00:56:01 UTC
*shivers*

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gabby_silang May 14 2012, 05:20:56 UTC
Happy mother's day :D

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vonniek May 14 2012, 15:24:50 UTC
That packed a wallop. Your writing is both visceral and elegant, not a word wasted. Fantastic work.

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gabby_silang May 16 2012, 05:15:00 UTC
Thank you so much! I really appreciate the feedback. :)

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