[FIC] An Adagio with Small Cat Feet

[mikkary_bones]

Title: An Adagio with Small Cat Feet
Characters/Pairing: Francis, Arthur, FrUK
Rating: T+ / PG-13
Word Count: 8511
Summary: Francis is a writer, Arthur a critic; Francis is asexual, Arthur... confused.
Notes: Written for ikkjevaksen for what_the_fruk's October lovefest; this prompt.

Comments

[archangelunmei]

Oh this was amazing, and I should be in bed because I have class in the morning but I don't even care.

Ballet has always been something that fascinated me because I'm terribly clumsy myself, and somehow you managed to capture all the grace and elegance and faint mystery I think of when I think of ballet into this piece. Francis' pain was so real, I got choked up in several parts. But the healing process was documented so well too, the little steps forward and the setbacks and Arthur there beside him. It was all perfect.

So thank you, this was beautiful and I'm bookmarking it forever more.

[mikkary_bones]

I hope you got enough sleep!!

Oh thank you! I definitely know what you mean about ballet though; I have only actually taken one ballet class when I was five and then... never went back. But! Thank you! I am very glad you enjoyed, although I am less glad that you lost sleep. ♥

[fireblazie]

Oh, this was fantastic. I started reading this at what-the-fruk and I enjoyed it there, and I'm so glad you finished it! I was afraid you wouldn't.

The emotions in here were so raw and real. I could honestly feel Francis' pain as ballet was taken from him, and then his slow process into recovery. I mean, it was just gorgeously written, the way he slowly built himself back up again, beginning with the chocolate chip cookies. Oh, and I'm a sucker for repetition, so the 'morning' theme - aaaah, I loved it.

Thank you for sharing ♥

[mikkary_bones]

Uwah, thank you! It's a bit tl;dr in my opinion but I'm glad you got through it all. :D

And yay I'm glad~~~ It was originally requested sometime in July and the prompt was "ballet, Francis with a cane, and cats?" Or... something along those lines so then I wrote it and yeah.

Thank you for commenting! ♥

[ikkjevaksen]

This is probably one of the most beautiful literary works I have ever read (and that's really not just compared to other fanfics). The metaphors you use, the mood and the feelings you describe makes me really see and feel and... try to understand how Francis feels. I'm really speechless and I guess if I didn't spend 2 days reading this (life. stressing) and then 5 minutes staring blankly at my screen when I was done this comment would have been nothing but keysmashes and words that didn't make sense

[mikkary_bones]

Bluhhhhh thank you ♥♥ A comment like this is more than enough thanks, trust me. And I'm very, very glad you enjoyed it. Also, I hope real life stuff/stress gets better soon and this fic helped a little!

[inuyoukai_san]

*was supposed to get ready for class today....ends up reading this wonderful fanfic*

I'm actually speechless. ;u;

[pliash]

Oh, you're. You're.

I have no words for how darling you are.

In a way, I'd would've hoped for a little more exposition with Arthur--but this piece was about Francis and god you have a grasp on him I rarely see on fandom writers. (Or perhaps I just need to read more fanfiction? /laugh/ Either way, you're good.)

A few of my favourite bits:

Mornings are not quite so terrible anymore; they no longer have faces like foxes and eyes like demons. Instead, they peek at him with catlike snouts and ghostly gazes, and when they sit on his chest he almost wants to pet them.

When he wakes up at seven-thirty a.m., rather than six-thirty, he considers it a victory.

and

"I've never been to a ballet before," Arthur comments at the bus stop. Neither of them have a car - they dress in style but travel in poverty