fic: darling

[tequilideas]

Alright, SO, somehow this story started out as a joke and then became weirdly PRECIOUS to me. Originally, I just wanted to write a ghost story. This story has no ghosts, but this is still kind of a ghost story.

THIS IS ALSO A STORY WHERE EAMES PINES. This is a story where Eames pines like A FUCKING FOREST. ALSO, I did a whole metric fuck-ton of

Comments

[applekid]

Hi! I stumbled here randomly and I just wanted to tell you that this is brilliant. I love how dark it is, and the glancing way Darling is described, as if it is too horrifying for Eames to contemplate thoroughly. I also appreciate Eames' willingness to accept a fluid reality, that seems very in character.

[your__design]

POISONED TEA. ♥

[tremblings]

you're so obnoxious. ♥
no comments on the Victorian wrist porn then? I WILL HAVE TO TRY HARDER.

[your__design]

you say this like it was MY fucked up idea.
PLEASE DO. i still want a story where eames removes cufflinks with his TEETH please.

[tremblings]

... your FACE.
like you have to ask. I have to warn you, the victorian porn is becoming actual porn. heads up, so you can, like, grab your smelling salts or something.

[trifota]

Still not read yet, just want to say OMG YOU HAVE ZIZEK!!!

[trifota]

Finished finally. <3 And oh, how I love this and the theoretical side that lurking the skin. (Gothic + Psychoanalysis = OTP)

I love your interpretation of Limbo here, the ultimate loop of drive and desire that trap you inside, allow you drive deeper into jouissance, nearer to what you really want (lack)yet never ever follow through. (until you die.) And Arthur is a perfect objet petit a here, a perfect things that cannot really be imitated and can not really be own. Yea, what Eames doing down there is the same thing we all do here, so he's right, it's not matter where we are, our chance to get what we want is always same; none.

[arty_darc]

Fascinating and atmospheric and oh so Gothic in the literary sense. I really enjoyed this.

[ifeelbetter]

So. I think your douchey ways in this fandom are completely winning and fantastic. If to be made of awesome is to be a douche, let us all be douches.

Also. This fic is like .... I don't even have words. I LOVE the idea of forging turning into a kind of architecture of people in Limbo. That's just genius. And the snowy landscape and all...GOD. SO GOOD.