Ghost of a heartbreak. The vague, uncertain ache of a wound healed without leaving a scar. Who knows what dreams may come and make us wish we were in a different city, a different world? What good is it, to be left with no trace, as if not spoken to in an act of love, as if wounded without the pleasure of scar?
As always, this makes me ache with its tenderness and poignancy.Why do we try so hard to forget, when it is impossible? Memory is permanent. I wonder, but have you ever noticed, your fics echo with loneliness, with unsaid words. The distance is always in those unsaid words. As if your characters are asking questions, but only meeting silences.
Section six and nine are heartbreaking. And you seem to be better everytime, though I swear, everytime I think it's just not possible to be more good.
Thank you; your feedback is worthy of an equally poetic and lovely response which I'm afraid I can't manage right now. But know that, yes, that's exactly what I was going for, and it thrills me to think that you felt it. ♥ Thank you thank you thank you.
FOUR WAS SPECIFICALLY FOR YOU. :-* Class conflicts and history, fuck yeah. As for the Chelsea contract situation - I honestly have no clue, I was hiding under a rock and trying to pretend that it wasn't happening (although I pretty much was convinced that it would months before). Sadface.
This entire story is a result of my English class, no lie. And, yes, it's totally nebulous in my mind too - I was going to go back, restructure some things, flesh out themes and connections, but hey there! Laziness! Lack of ability! It's vague and nagging like Sheva's dreams.
Good luck with the paper, also - it's almost done, hopefully? ♥
I liked how you weaved certain details and descriptions about Andriy and Kaká into the story, make it sound almost realisitic. I also liked how your words and strike an emotional chord in me that only, as a reader, few of the football slash fics that I've read in the past have done.
So much has been said on the dearth of good fics in football slash as of late, and then something like this comes along and completely restores my faith in the fandom. This is beautiful, poignant, and crafted with loving detail. It's realistic yet it has a dreamy edge to it, the leaps in time and the sense of displacement. I love it.
♥ That is one of the best compliments anyone could get! Thank you, and I know precisely what you mean about this fandom. Sometimes I think I'll stab my eyes out with a pen if I look at the community one more time, and other times, there's something lovely posted that competely redeems everything else.
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as if not spoken to in an act of love, as if wounded without the pleasure of scar?
As always, this makes me ache with its tenderness and poignancy.Why do we try so hard to forget, when it is impossible? Memory is permanent. I wonder, but have you ever noticed, your fics echo with loneliness, with unsaid words. The distance is always in those unsaid words. As if your characters are asking questions, but only meeting silences.
Section six and nine are heartbreaking. And you seem to be better everytime, though I swear, everytime I think it's just not possible to be more good.
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haven't read it yet but, oh, I love it when people like you or olleander surprise me with stuff i totally wasn't expecting. yayyyy.
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This entire story is a result of my English class, no lie. And, yes, it's totally nebulous in my mind too - I was going to go back, restructure some things, flesh out themes and connections, but hey there! Laziness! Lack of ability! It's vague and nagging like Sheva's dreams.
Good luck with the paper, also - it's almost done, hopefully? ♥
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I liked how you weaved certain details and descriptions about Andriy and Kaká into the story, make it sound almost realisitic. I also liked how your words and strike an emotional chord in me that only, as a reader, few of the football slash fics that I've read in the past have done.
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So much has been said on the dearth of good fics in football slash as of late, and then something like this comes along and completely restores my faith in the fandom. This is beautiful, poignant, and crafted with loving detail. It's realistic yet it has a dreamy edge to it, the leaps in time and the sense of displacement. I love it.
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