Going Rushing to the Sea [1/2]
anonymous
April 4 2009, 08:18:06 UTC
So er. You're totally getting a srs bzns fill?
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The day after, the boy marches up to America in the middle of what used to be a Dunker church. He is limping and white-pale from blood loss, but is well enough to move and wave a paper of some sort and be so outraged that his shoulders shake.
“That's not what this is about,” he grinds out. His voice has the same rises and dips and slopes that it always does - the sounds of an educated gentleman, for all that his uniform is dirty and there is blood and dirt in his pale hair. “Don't make this something it isn't! How dare you?”
America is wearing no uniform at all. He is most recently of the Sixty-Ninth New York - not so long ago he spoke with his regiment's heavy Irish accent, until they marched toward a sunken road and took so many casualties that it's a wonder there's a regiment left - but the way he appears right now, there's not a single place he can enlist
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This was very, very lovely. And you could see just how insidiously, subtly India weaves herself into England just by the way he describes her and how he narrates. Your writing was incredibly sensual, until I could just imagine it there, the overwhelming heat on my skin and the smell of those spices lingering in the air to tantalize the nostrils. I love your personification of India, this strong mysterious wise woman who knows how to be aggressive while seeming passive.
Re: Indian!Arthur 3/3
anonymous
April 6 2009, 13:52:17 UTC
Oh wow, that was brilliant! I loved your use of imagery; the railways as necklaces, all the spices Arthur could taste. The scene in the trenches was very moving, and the whole fic was just beautiful.
<3333 Thanks for doing America that wonderful, hopeful justice... things don't change here very quickly, but every step and effort and sacrifice is progress, and it gets there in the end.
Re: Going Rushing to the Sea [2/2 + tasty historical footnotes]
anonymous
April 5 2009, 06:00:56 UTC
That was really damn beautiful, anon--I didn't know how much I wanted shifting!America until I wound up reading this request, and hot damn. I love that America changes with his people in such a literal definition of melting pot, and I love the appearance of the white, blond-haired boy as a manifestation of the Confederacy even after all these years.
And your writing is amazing on top of it. Thanks for feeding my love of reading about the U.S. in and of himself as a country; I find that I enjoy it a lot more than any of the pairing requests. It's the silly American in me, I suppose. XD
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The day after, the boy marches up to America in the middle of what used to be a Dunker church. He is limping and white-pale from blood loss, but is well enough to move and wave a paper of some sort and be so outraged that his shoulders shake.
“That's not what this is about,” he grinds out. His voice has the same rises and dips and slopes that it always does - the sounds of an educated gentleman, for all that his uniform is dirty and there is blood and dirt in his pale hair. “Don't make this something it isn't! How dare you?”
America is wearing no uniform at all. He is most recently of the Sixty-Ninth New York - not so long ago he spoke with his regiment's heavy Irish accent, until they marched toward a sunken road and took so many casualties that it's a wonder there's a regiment left - but the way he appears right now, there's not a single place he can enlist ( ... )
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If only there really was an India-tan!
Good job, writer-anon!
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Best fic with India I've ever read<3
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<3333 Thanks for doing America that wonderful, hopeful justice... things don't change here very quickly, but every step and effort and sacrifice is progress, and it gets there in the end.
:3 I teared up. Good job!
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And your writing is amazing on top of it. Thanks for feeding my love of reading about the U.S. in and of himself as a country; I find that I enjoy it a lot more than any of the pairing requests. It's the silly American in me, I suppose. XD
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