In The Hollows of Your Eyelids Ack-Ack/Hillbilly PG-13 Great swirls of letters to friends, mathematics and poems, they all feel different and so does this. Disclaimer
“Jesus Eddie, why’d you right a Christmas list?” Shouldn't that be 'write'?
There's a raw sense of emotion sweeping over him, the same kind that tore right through him when Eddie died and he swears that if he could just rip it from them both, he would. Eddie's weight lifts from him, so use to it now that he misses it when it's gone. The bones in his arms and back creak as they slide into more comfortable positions, toes curling against the cold of the floor and he’s looking for bathroom mirror that seems to be here some days, and gone most and there on the wall he finds Eddie dirtiest secret, in the form of his own reflection. The pen clatters, sounding like broken glass and Andy thinks that might just be his heart.
THAT.
And omfg, I adore the atmosphere you set here, in the entire fic. Especially after the paragraph I posted. I don't even have the right words for it, it's so perfectly harmonious even if it's disarray and temporary unhappiness, loneliness even if they have each other. It's so intense.
thank for pointing that out to me. I was staring at that sentense thinking something was wrong. I just thought Christmas needed a capital. I will change that when I get near a computer.
Thank you, everything about them is intense! EVERYTHING!
JDGFK I KNOW. It's incredible! And I can't say I dislike them for it, even if - as I probably have said before - they break my heart time and time again.
How come they're together and I'm still feeling miserable about them?! Again, such a wonderful atmosphere to this, I felt so bad for Eddie at the end. (Even if he is looking fresher again, I love that detail)
the room provides everything. Things they need, things they don't. Packs of smokes and photos of times they don't even remember and sometimes, sometimes Andy finds himself finding things that he just wants, things that live in the back of his mind. Like the box of a thousand letters from home kept under the bed out of reach and maybe that's what Eddie found himself wanting.
oh my god the concept of this room is absolutely beautiful asdfkjasdfsd YOU ARE GENIUS HOW DID YOU DO THIS? i seriously want to come rummage around in your brain WOULD THAT BE OKAY WITH YOU?
also holy crap i love the phrasing that you use <3 seriously, your writing is so goddamn beautiful <33 i like want to quote more pieces from this fic back at you but literally that would be THIS ENTIRE FIC auuuugh.
all telling of a man so wrapped up in grief over love that even in this nowhere place it haunts him.
ugh THIS LINE. <3
THIS FIC
AKJSDFAKSDFASLD YOU ARE AMAZING NEVER STOP PLEASE <3
Awww boo, you can rummage all you want, if you find anything interesting let me know!
Guh they are so easy to write and the room, the fucking room I swear I was like someone is gonna be like Wtf? What are you on but no. You know if you're not gonna die then something should be providing for you.
Hillbilly breaks my heart!
I'm writing epic sledge/snafu fic where snafu kidnaps sledge but in a none creeper kind of way.
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There's a raw sense of emotion sweeping over him, the same kind that tore right through him when Eddie died and he swears that if he could just rip it from them both, he would. Eddie's weight lifts from him, so use to it now that he misses it when it's gone. The bones in his arms and back creak as they slide into more comfortable positions, toes curling against the cold of the floor and he’s looking for bathroom mirror that seems to be here some days, and gone most and there on the wall he finds Eddie dirtiest secret, in the form of his own reflection. The pen clatters, sounding like broken glass and Andy thinks that might just be his heart.
THAT.
And omfg, I adore the atmosphere you set here, in the entire fic. Especially after the paragraph I posted. I don't even have the right words for it, it's so perfectly harmonious even if it's disarray and temporary unhappiness, loneliness even if they have each other. It's so intense.
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Thank you, everything about them is intense! EVERYTHING!
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I'm gonna try make the next bit happier but no promises, the misery seems to be infectious.
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oh my god the concept of this room is absolutely beautiful asdfkjasdfsd YOU ARE GENIUS HOW DID YOU DO THIS? i seriously want to come rummage around in your brain WOULD THAT BE OKAY WITH YOU?
also holy crap i love the phrasing that you use <3 seriously, your writing is so goddamn beautiful <33 i like want to quote more pieces from this fic back at you but literally that would be THIS ENTIRE FIC auuuugh.
all telling of a man so wrapped up in grief over love that even in this nowhere place it haunts him.
ugh THIS LINE. <3
THIS FIC
AKJSDFAKSDFASLD YOU ARE AMAZING NEVER STOP PLEASE <3
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Guh they are so easy to write and the room, the fucking room I swear I was like someone is gonna be like Wtf? What are you on but no. You know if you're not gonna die then something should be providing for you.
Hillbilly breaks my heart!
I'm writing epic sledge/snafu fic where snafu kidnaps sledge but in a none creeper kind of way.
Oh god!
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I will fix them, somehow.
Yay friends!
I will add you now because I have to go work for 12 hours. Booooo
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