Wow. I was trying to pick a word that does this justice. You know - this fic is ... ? And I could't find one good enough to fit it.
So then I thought I'd quote the bits that really got me, hit me square in the belly or ripped out my heart or played with my head and then I realised I'd just be quoting the whole thing back at you.
This bit though - Joe’s pressing against him, into him as if they’d meld if he was close enough, become BillyandJoe again, become themselves. Then he’d get back every scrap of himself he left in Joe, then he’d be…he’d have tatters of himself sewn back on, like a worn out coat. - is my very favourite. Perfect image. He won't be whole if he gets himself back. He'll never be whole. Just tattered Billy, a man made of remnants.
So once again you leave me breathless, amazed and jealous as hell. Amazing.
By which I mean WOW! You knocked my brain out of its little cup.
Last night I dreamed about Joe and his black feathers and bright, bright eyes. And we watched HCL before I went to bed, and after I read this story, and all the way through the movie, there was this shadow-sound of wingbeats.
Wow.Er-what they already said!*points up* Deeply fucked-up,indeed and chillingly hot. He kneels until morning, on the razor edge of praying. And a great end-line!
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So then I thought I'd quote the bits that really got me, hit me square in the belly or ripped out my heart or played with my head and then I realised I'd just be quoting the whole thing back at you.
This bit though - Joe’s pressing against him, into him as if they’d meld if he was close enough, become BillyandJoe again, become themselves. Then he’d get back every scrap of himself he left in Joe, then he’d be…he’d have tatters of himself sewn back on, like a worn out coat. - is my very favourite. Perfect image. He won't be whole if he gets himself back. He'll never be whole. Just tattered Billy, a man made of remnants.
So once again you leave me breathless, amazed and jealous as hell. Amazing.
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This is gorgeous and sad and terrifying and disturbing and unpleasantly hot, and I'm awestruck.
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Um.
Wow.
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Last night I dreamed about Joe and his black feathers and bright, bright eyes. And we watched HCL before I went to bed, and after I read this story, and all the way through the movie, there was this shadow-sound of wingbeats.
*shiver*
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Deeply fucked-up,indeed and chillingly hot.
He kneels until morning, on the razor edge of praying.
And a great end-line!
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