He tried to calm his breathing, listening for any further sign of impending disaster. There didn't seem to be anything too horrific going on, but the damage was done - he was now well and truly awake.
Slattery, I am going to kill you.
Pulling on his dressing gown, Paul headed out of the bedroom and made his way downstairs. There was a strange smell of burning mixed in with something he thought seemed familiar but couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it was doing nothing to help his mood - he had been looking forward to this lie-in, and Tony knew it. So what the hell was the idiot up to?
That amused me, greatly. But then I felt bad because its all pain and sweetness. Damn you! <3
a) I love Tony/Paul, thank you for writing it, and thank you for the promise of more. b) This piece was so sweet and lovely I adore it. c) As someone who suffers from Bipolar, I want to tell you that this is a very accurate description of the the anxiety and the mania piling up on one another. The cycles are sometimes slow, but sometimes come mere moments after one another, and you really captured that. Along with Tony not feeling the pain from burning his arm, as sometimes happens when in the grip of mania. d) I love that you captured the way that Tony is sometimes, with the nervous twitching, and the sweetness overlaying one another. Buying Paul breakfast is such a lovely idea. e) I love that Paul knows what to say. It shows how deep their love goes, and makes my heart ache just a bit. x
P.S. I've just realised how much it looks like I'm trying to crowbar an issue into my comment, when all I meant to do was compliment you on your superb characterisation. So I've added this for clarification!
Thank you so much for reading and for commenting. Not having any direct personal experience with bipolar, I've been very conscious that this is something that needs researching, and I'm very pleased to hear that I am conveying this in a realistic manner.
Glad you enjoyed it, and thank you again for commenting :)
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Slattery, I am going to kill you.
Pulling on his dressing gown, Paul headed out of the bedroom and made his way downstairs. There was a strange smell of burning mixed in with something he thought seemed familiar but couldn't quite place. Whatever it was, it was doing nothing to help his mood - he had been looking forward to this lie-in, and Tony knew it. So what the hell was the idiot up to?
That amused me, greatly. But then I felt bad because its all pain and sweetness. Damn you! <3
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TONY/PAUL; just. wow.
I loved this.
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b) This piece was so sweet and lovely I adore it.
c) As someone who suffers from Bipolar, I want to tell you that this is a very accurate description of the the anxiety and the mania piling up on one another. The cycles are sometimes slow, but sometimes come mere moments after one another, and you really captured that. Along with Tony not feeling the pain from burning his arm, as sometimes happens when in the grip of mania.
d) I love that you captured the way that Tony is sometimes, with the nervous twitching, and the sweetness overlaying one another. Buying Paul breakfast is such a lovely idea.
e) I love that Paul knows what to say. It shows how deep their love goes, and makes my heart ache just a bit.
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P.S. I've just realised how much it looks like I'm trying to crowbar an issue into my comment, when all I meant to do was compliment you on your superb characterisation. So I've added this for clarification!
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Glad you enjoyed it, and thank you again for commenting :)
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