I'm sorry I had to delete my previous post because whatever the heck I did with that backdating process seems to have made it disappear
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The thought of Brian making Justin Nesquik chocolate milk is enough to send this fangirl heart into squee-mode for a long time! :)
This was so sweet, BFF!! Lovely Brian POV too. And this, oh this:
I walked in the direction of the sound and I found him lying on the floor on the futon cushion hugging a pillow with one arm and barely hovering a pencil over a storyboard, sleeping fitfully, his mouth half open so he could breathe. I could feel the locks open on the chains that bound me and I felt free and I didn’t think about what might happen or what has happened, I just thought that nothing had ever looked more natural to me than that moment. It was exactly how I always want him to be, safe and unguarded and right where I least expect him but need him to be, the most. If I couldn’t have anything else and had to choose one indelible image to have of him, that would be the one.
Oh, Tracee! That was great! I'm such a bad friend because I never read your fic before *hangs head in shame*....even though I know you are such a fantastic writer! I really don't read much fic (except for the one we talked about...) Also, I don't think you've written any new fic since I started here... BUT this was such fantastic writing...really I loved it....now, when I get a free minute (maybe when I get home in June),I'll have to read it all! Mamalala might even get it forwarded to her...hehe...no, seriously.
Anyway, just sending some spanish salutations... Ay Que Bueno!
I really like your Brian POV. You articulate very well the parts of Brian that I've always felt were there, but can't really be shown on T.V. except through Gale's excellent acting.
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This was so sweet, BFF!! Lovely Brian POV too. And this, oh this:
I walked in the direction of the sound and I found him lying on the floor on the futon cushion hugging a pillow with one arm and barely hovering a pencil over a storyboard, sleeping fitfully, his mouth half open so he could breathe. I could feel the locks open on the chains that bound me and I felt free and I didn’t think about what might happen or what has happened, I just thought that nothing had ever looked more natural to me than that moment. It was exactly how I always want him to be, safe and unguarded and right where I least expect him but need him to be, the most. If I couldn’t have anything else and had to choose one indelible image to have of him, that would be the one.
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Mamalala might even get it forwarded to her...hehe...no, seriously.
Anyway, just sending some spanish salutations... Ay Que Bueno!
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