Your narrative is gorgeous, of course... - it hurts it hurts it hurts and to his starring eyes the world is like thirty different worlds and all of them hurt-
...But it's the dialogue that kills me. It's placed so perfectly, and the characterization is just spot on. It's insanity.
"I went to the mall- there were robots. Jack's got a dinosaur. Basement in Cardiff. I met Charles Dickens. He had a funny beard. Oh, there's so many places to die."
"You and what army ?" he asks, drunkenly.
"Yes, I know, it's alright," he murmurs, in her direction. "I promise to be just as demonstrative in my next body."
Just brilliant. Your fic always brightens my day, despite the melancholy. Or actually, I think the melancholy might be what I like about it. Yes, thank you for restoring the angst to this fandom, that's always what I've loved about it anyway! ...In any case, thank you for writing. ♥
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Date: Wednesday, October 8th, 2008 02:42 am (UTC)Your narrative is gorgeous, of course...
- it hurts it hurts it hurts and to his starring eyes the world is like thirty different worlds and all of them hurt-
...But it's the dialogue that kills me. It's placed so perfectly, and the characterization is just spot on. It's insanity.
"I went to the mall- there were robots. Jack's got a dinosaur. Basement in Cardiff. I met Charles Dickens. He had a funny beard. Oh, there's so many places to die."
"You and what army ?" he asks, drunkenly.
"Yes, I know, it's alright," he murmurs, in her direction. "I promise to be just as demonstrative in my next body."
Just brilliant. Your fic always brightens my day, despite the melancholy. Or actually, I think the melancholy might be what I like about it. Yes, thank you for restoring the angst to this fandom, that's always what I've loved about it anyway! ...In any case, thank you for writing. ♥