Comments | untamed_flames: Return to Spirit Lake (The heart is the only compass you'll ever need.)

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Return to Spirit Lake (The heart is the only compass you'll ever need.) - Part 3

Jun 20, 2009 20:33

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luxover October 11 2009, 15:59:49 UTC

Oh man! The scene where Gee finally makes his move, with Journey playing in the background... perfect! I can totally, totally picture it. And Frank! Frank being in love and pretending to be okay with not being loved in return...

Loved it.

inpurity October 11 2009, 16:15:19 UTC

Thank you so much! I am glad you liked it.

L.

happilyappled January 6 2010, 03:42:55 UTC

♥_____♥ I loved the ending. How it wasn't rushed or anything, how things build up easily through what you describe as "time" but for me it was only a couple of hours, how the dialogs roll up and connect with your descriptive paragraphs to mean so much about the place, and the plot, and the characters, and the thoughts in their minds, plus the feelings in their chests. It was amazing ( ... )

lemon_murder April 15 2010, 22:33:37 UTC

What a brilliant, heart warming story!
Well done.

callmylawyer August 26 2011, 04:23:10 UTC

I held it together until the fucking dog died. I couldn't take it. Oh, this was just so...nostalgic? Wistful? I don't know, but I felt a longing for something I couldn't even identify.

pussy_in_person April 8 2012, 02:18:15 UTC

Backreading the BBB archives brought me here. I'm not sure I can put into words how much and what exactly I loved about this story. I'm not sure I want to analyze what exactly about it captured my heart. But it did. I saw my life in so many bits and pieces of it, that I became ridiculously invested in the lives of these characters. Small town. Leaving. Leaving people you love behind. That tension between the Ways. And Frank's waiting, seemingly endless waiting. I read at least half of it while tearing up. And I lost it when Butter died. It made me ache in a beautiful way. There were times when your writing was almost more poetry than prose and I just had to pause and take it in, slowly.
This: "They sleep on Frank’s bed, fully clothed, September swathing cream over the walls, twisting gold into Gerard’s hair" punctuated with this: "Frank keeps the bar closed for the first time in five years." My heart. <3
Thank you for sharing this story.