> Dan stood still for a minute, watching him go in helpless appreciation of Wilby's very own living white-hatted cowboy, and then Duck said softly, in his ear, "I had a crush on him since I was eight years old."
hee! <3
> and Duck was still wearing the same flashing-bright smile that had never told Dan so much as his name, out there under the trees at night.
ahhh :) excellent detail. I like the way it adds to the earlier detail about his smile.
> the seatbelt that had clearly last been used by someone a hell of a lot shorter than himself
okay, more excellent detail :)
> Dan listened to his footsteps retreating through the house, losing them in the creak of the trees and the sound of water--not the ocean, but the river, rushing along somewhere nearby. It wasn't a big island, but Duck had still found a place to be lonely on it.
yay, detail!
> The kind who might be thoughtful in funny ways, like knowing where downwind was, and standing there to smoke.
I love this so much, because it's not a perfect happy ending--there's all the fear of the rest of the town, and the nervousness about where exactly their relationship is going--and that just makes it a lot more real, a lot more moving, to me.
Thank you! From the first time I saw the movie, I was interested in the kinds of imperfectly happy endings that might be waiting for Duck and Dan--I'm glad you enjoyed this one!
This is beautiful. I love how you've captured the tone of the movie. It's real life, but quiet. When writing post-WW fic, I think it's easy to overlook the fact that in the movie, homosexuality is not acceptable to a large part of the island, and that people can be stupid, ignorant, and violent. You illustrate that so well in the references to the locked doors and windows. I also love how Duck and Dan respond.
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hee! <3
> and Duck was still wearing the same flashing-bright smile that had never told Dan so much as his name, out there under the trees at night.
ahhh :) excellent detail. I like the way it adds to the earlier detail about his smile.
> the seatbelt that had clearly last been used by someone a hell of a lot shorter than himself
okay, more excellent detail :)
> Dan listened to his footsteps retreating through the house, losing them in the creak of the trees and the sound of water--not the ocean, but the river, rushing along somewhere nearby. It wasn't a big island, but Duck had still found a place to be lonely on it.
yay, detail!
> The kind who might be thoughtful in funny ways, like knowing where downwind was, and standing there to smoke.
cowboy <3 ( ... )
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I also especially love the last line.
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