Fic: Terpsichore

[miriam_heddy]

Terpsichore
By Miriam Heddy

When I sit, you sit. When I kneel, you kneel. Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera!

"So what're you two up-"

"Charles, please reassure me on one point. You do know how to count to three in base ten

Comments

[miriam_heddy]

Glad you liked it! For all that it's sad that Margaret is gone, I like to imagine her as still a force in Alan's life, because I can't imagine how she wouldn't be. And I wanted to write something that got at that, y'know? Not the agonizing pain of losing someone you love, but the good memories of having them, still, to hold onto.

Sometimes, Charlie and Larry make me all mushy *g*.

[copracat]

Your Daddy Eppes voice is so spot on. I love the gentleness of this story and Margaret.

[miriam_heddy]

I'm glad that it sounded like Alan to you, as I haven't written him as much, and I find myself always a bit nervous doing a new POV, y'know? But, with the exception of sometimes ponderous canon platitudinousness, I've come to really like Alan a lot, and to want to write him a little happiness, however bittersweet.

[wychwood]

...I know nothing about this show except what I've picked up from your LJ, and I don't actually know why I read this, but I'm glad I did! Larry and Charlie were very cute, and I liked Alan's response to it all.

[miriam_heddy]

I'm so pleased you read it anyway!

Recognizing the way that slash is often a kind of shorthand, I always hope that I've put enough of the people into the story that it reads as a story where you can get to know them a bit through the story.

And sharing the love for the characters and the fandom--that's what it's all about!

[crushedmidnight]

"The question is, can your partner endure your dancing?"

Love this line! This was a great fic, all at once funny, cute and dramatic. You did a very good job combining the elements. I'm off to the SATs now (grrr) but I think I'll come back and give it a more thorough read later.

[micehell]

So Charlie got to practice dancing with Larry, and dancing around things with his father, which, of course, makes your title amazingly apt. I'm happy that muse was talking to yours, especially when it produces such lovely things.

And this
Charlie and Larry, in his kitchen, two men who could count the stars in the sky but who had taken decades to get to this point, out of step with the rest of the world, and sometimes each other.…

As he shut the front door behind him, he could hear Strauss through the open window-could almost see, almost hear Margaret humming along to the music, gliding over the hardwood floors so lightly, so softly, with such ease that he felt himself pulled along.

And on the sidewalk outside, he took a halting step, then another and another, leaning into the air, still and always carried by her grace

leaves me carried along by your grace as a writer. Simple, yet elegant, not unlike the waltz that underlies it.

Oh, and I liked the little bon mot until Strauss was no longer flooding the room with the