FIC: pieces from my heart (1/2)

[indecentexposed]

title: pieces from my heart
rating: pg
pairing: mark/eduardo
word count: 12,200
disclaimer: this is fiction. no harm intended. don’t sue, etc.
summary: mark gets drunk, watches the video of the depositions, and comes to some startling realizations. featuring dustin moskovitz (whose awesomeness cannot be overstated) and chris hughes (like a boss). a

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[freaky_nea]

They hadn’t been friends anymore, not by that point, but nobody had bothered to correct Eduardo and Mark had clung silently to the words for days afterward. Weeks-months, even. They were a tacit promise, in his mind, that Eduardo was coming back. Eduardo was hurt and angry, but somewhere deep down they were still friends and eventually he would forgive Mark and come to California and everything would be the way it should have been in the first place.

Can not read. Must cry.

[indecentexposed]

it gets beyond fixed, i promise. and lightens up a whole lot really quickly! ♥♥♥

[freaky_nea]

I can't even..... This is... I hate to use the word "perfect" but this fic pretty much is it. You caught everything just so perfectly and HOW CAN CHRIS AND DUSTIN EVEN BE REAL?

[indecentexposed]

thank you so so much, love! ♥ god, this comment is giving me all the feelings-- i'm so, so glad you liked it!

I DON'T KNOW HOW THEY'RE REAL BUT THEY'RE PERFECT.

[silviakundera]

On the screen, Eduardo turns away from the table to stare out the window. The camera captures a profile of his face, pale and drawn, the shadow of a dark circle under his too-bright eye. He swallows hard, and his chin trembles ever so slightly. He looks tired and sad and lost and strangely young and so, so hurt, but there’s no anger in his face.

The only thing Mark can see is love.

oh, MY HEART. IT IS BROKEN. LIKE WARDO'S.
[I really like how you laid out that image, if you could tell. ;) ]

I have this total narrative kink in TSN fic for Mark revisiting the depositions, because he was so closed and unfeeling for most of it while Eduardo was open and bleeding, and I guess I just want believe that it isn't always so lop-sided and that at some point it matters just as much to Mark as well, so this makes me go YAAAAAAY.

[indecentexposed]

that's probably my favorite few lines in this whole ridiculous thing, so i'm so pleased you liked them! ♥♥♥

and, i concur on the deposition-revisiting kink. i will spare you all of my feelings on mark and his feelings because i have a lot of them, and truthfully this was really mostly intended as a feel-good fic because everything else i'm writing right now is so heavy and angsty (although more in line with my head canon), but... yes. just, yes.

thank you so much for reading & taking the time to comment! ♥

[savetomorrow]

ALYSE ALYSE ALYSE.

I was going to read the whole thing and then leave a comment on the second part, but I have too many things to say and too many lines to quote, so you shall get two extremely fangirly and emotional comments. I hope you don't mind ;)

So yes, Fangirly And Emotional Comment 1.0. Okay, firstly, this:

written as a gift for the very lovely savetomorrow. welcome home, love!I swear I didn't have tears in my eyes when I read that. No tears. None at all. Okay, fine, maybe a few (I get emotional very easily, I know). Seriously, you are so endlessly sweet and lovely and wonderful, oh my gosh, I can't even. I just... thank you so much. Kiitos, kiitos, kiitos. I mean, sure, I kind of feel like going "I'm so not worthy of this", but I'm trying to cut down on the self-deprecation a bit and just enjoy the general amazingness of this fic. Really, thank you so much. You are a wonderful, wonderful human being and a fantastical writer

[savetomorrow]

DAMN YOU, LJ. I WASN'T FINISHED. IT WAS ONLY 900 CHARACTERS OVER THE CHARACTER LIMIT.

There's a long, long silence. Mark tries to remember the last time anyone shocked Chris into shutting up completely, and comes up empty. It’s possible that this has never happened. Mark makes a mental note to take pride in it when he’s not occupied with actively wanting to die.

*snorts* I would be very proud of that if I was Mark.

It was just that he noticed in the way you notice the beauty of a painting after you’ve bought it and it’s been hanging on your wall for a while. He noticed in the off-handed way that you do when you take something for granted, because it’s always going to be there. He noticed from a place that was certain, and more possessive than he’d like to admit, even now.

;____; ALYSE, YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH YOUR BRILLIANT WORDS. ♥

In the meantime, Mark is busy noticing every smile, every grimace, every knit of Eduardo’s brow, every absent motion-a flick of the wrist, a stretch of the fingers, a shift in his seat.The Script is

[indecentexposed]

DYING DYING DYING

[savetomorrow]

DON'T DIE.

Woah, okay, alright, I honestly don't even know what to say anymore. There are too many feelings.

But really, I'm sooo glad that you're happy with this fic, because it really is perfect and flawless and all kinds of wonderful. It would break my heart if you hated this fic, so I'm glad you don't. ♥

I'm not the very best kind of reader, though. Really, I'm not. I ramble far too much and there's no actual feedback, like, ever. There's just a lot of gushing and crying and weirdness. Umm. But I'm glad you like my comments anyway. ♥

Hahaha, Captain Eyefucking... that sounds about right. That would be Eduardo's name if he was a superhero. He could eyefuck all the bad guys to death. The most awesome power ever. ;)

Guhh, I know right. THE SCRIPT. *draws hearts all around them*

YOU ARE FLAWLESS. ♥♥♥