I blame my internet for a lack of comment here. I thought for sure I had commented. :(
But I love this. Your descriptions are gorgeous. Really vivid and supple. I checked back on the pairing about halfway through, and this is such an interesting idea. I really love it. Great job, darling. ♥
*__* Thank you! <3<3<3 I've collected such amazing writers and artists on my flist that every single comment is making me so effing *delighted*. I mean, in comparison, I've got little skill or dedication, but knowing that people who's work I love so much liked mine is pretty freaking awesome. I've been grinning all day. <333
i'm so glad that I could make you happy. Just write more. I know you've got the skill and dedication, you just can't see it. (I'm the exact same way.) Try signing up for fests - they force you to finish things. XD
I don't totally think of you all in little glass jars sometimes or anything... >_> *cough* But see, I don't have the dedication. It's not a *passion* of mine, just an occasional fancy. ALSO fests would fail at making me do things. I have this thing called 'power' in my apartment and I know how to shut it off. ^^; I can only really write when the mood hits, and that's usually super late at night when I have no time. I write for shit during the day. And I have to do it all on one go. Spreading out a story doesn't work. Only short things for me. <3
oooh girl. this was SO sensual. "He fears the day of one too many forgeries when he can't re-teach his veins the pathways that should remain familiar but out of necessity must slide from memory like water through open fingers." may i please take this sentence to bed with me?
*-* i will never believe you again when you h8 on your own writing.
"The light is still warm but cooler now, less intense. There's a distant sound of running water and a breeze that brings with it the smell of warm stone and damp leaves. There is no fear of him mistaking this for truth. Everything here is muted, too calm. His body is pillowed on a bed of thick, lush moss at the base of an old, decaying tree. His mind is blessedly silent here, in this place." Wow. That's stunning.
I love the idea of him using dreamshare in this sensual, relaxing way. And I've never seen a sexual interaction with projections in fic that was purely about sensation--and here it's not about having sex with individuals but about touch, about contact with bodies, about being swept away from reality on a sea of skin and fingers and cocks and breasts :D :D So unique and lovely. And I like the little hint of danger and the reference to Mal. So glad you found this. <3
*__* okay, so, this probably sounds bad, but this is really good yeah? I can tell that something I've written is good when I go back and read it again and it doesn't for the life of me feel like I wrote it. <3 I have perspective (at least some) now and I think it's quite good. This pleases me, but not as much as your comment did. <3333333
*__* Thank you for reading my thing! I got all excited and flaily when I saw that you commented <333 Yeah, it was a nice headspace to write in. I want the world of Inception to be real so I can *do* this.
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But I love this. Your descriptions are gorgeous. Really vivid and supple. I checked back on the pairing about halfway through, and this is such an interesting idea. I really love it. Great job, darling. ♥
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Thank you!
<3<3<3
I've collected such amazing writers and artists on my flist that every single comment is making me so effing *delighted*.
I mean, in comparison, I've got little skill or dedication, but knowing that people who's work I love so much liked mine is pretty freaking awesome. I've been grinning all day. <333
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i'm so glad that I could make you happy. Just write more. I know you've got the skill and dedication, you just can't see it. (I'm the exact same way.) Try signing up for fests - they force you to finish things. XD
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>_>
*cough*
But see, I don't have the dedication. It's not a *passion* of mine, just an occasional fancy. ALSO fests would fail at making me do things. I have this thing called 'power' in my apartment and I know how to shut it off. ^^; I can only really write when the mood hits, and that's usually super late at night when I have no time. I write for shit during the day. And I have to do it all on one go. Spreading out a story doesn't work. Only short things for me. <3
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"He fears the day of one too many forgeries when he can't re-teach his veins the pathways that should remain familiar but out of necessity must slide from memory like water through open fingers." may i please take this sentence to bed with me?
*-* i will never believe you again when you h8 on your own writing.
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"The light is still warm but cooler now, less intense. There's a distant sound of running water and a breeze that brings with it the smell of warm stone and damp leaves. There is no fear of him mistaking this for truth. Everything here is muted, too calm. His body is pillowed on a bed of thick, lush moss at the base of an old, decaying tree. His mind is blessedly silent here, in this place." Wow. That's stunning.
I love the idea of him using dreamshare in this sensual, relaxing way. And I've never seen a sexual interaction with projections in fic that was purely about sensation--and here it's not about having sex with individuals but about touch, about contact with bodies, about being swept away from reality on a sea of skin and fingers and cocks and breasts :D :D So unique and lovely. And I like the little hint of danger and the reference to Mal. So glad you found this. <3
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okay, so, this probably sounds bad, but this is really good yeah? I can tell that something I've written is good when I go back and read it again and it doesn't for the life of me feel like I wrote it. <3 I have perspective (at least some) now and I think it's quite good.
This pleases me, but not as much as your comment did. <3333333
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Thank you for reading my thing! I got all excited and flaily when I saw that you commented <333
Yeah, it was a nice headspace to write in. I want the world of Inception to be real so I can *do* this.
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