I think you've really tightened up this chapter, and it's much clearer now, and so, so very sad and packing an emotional punch.
It's so painful to see how much these men care about each other, but how they are distancing themselves, even in contact like this, because they can't face their deeper feelings.
Murphy turned his face down once more, his shoulders tensed, a shiver tracing his spine.
^ Don't think I mentioned before that I love this line and image.
"They fucken did it wrong." The familiar petulance flared in Murphy's voice.
^ This is so fucking Murphy. I love this moment.
Connor slid his fingers through his brother's hair, held his face close and safe against his chest.
"There's not a thing in this world I'd deny ya. Y'know that don't ya?" He dragged his thumb over the worst of the marks, to see if it was something he could give to Murphy, something Murphy could accept from him.
A shuddering sigh was an answer to the question he didn't ask.
"Take whatcha need, Murph." He whispered.^ I think this plays much more
( ... )
Connor expected Murphy to be loud when the moment came upon him, "fuck the neighbors" crying out his joy or at least his release. The strangled little noises he heard instead almost broke his heart.
Oh hey, I have a recs journal, I just put links to a bunch of your fics on it and then I thought, hey, would you be interested in fic recs? Most of them are older stories because I am new to the SPN stories but sometimes when I troll rps and wincest comms I find one no one has seen before.
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Sorry about that.
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It's so painful to see how much these men care about each other, but how they are distancing themselves, even in contact like this, because they can't face their deeper feelings.
Murphy turned his face down once more, his shoulders tensed, a shiver tracing his spine.
^ Don't think I mentioned before that I love this line and image.
"They fucken did it wrong." The familiar petulance flared in Murphy's voice.
^ This is so fucking Murphy. I love this moment.
Connor slid his fingers through his brother's hair, held his face close and safe against his chest.
"There's not a thing in this world I'd deny ya. Y'know that don't ya?" He dragged his thumb over the worst of the marks, to see if it was something he could give to Murphy, something Murphy could accept from him.
A shuddering sigh was an answer to the question he didn't ask.
"Take whatcha need, Murph." He whispered.^ I think this plays much more ( ... )
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Man, that is just heartbreaking.
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Is it vain of me to almost want to go read my own fic again now? :)
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The journal is callacalyx.
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