her arms tingle warmly with the memory of old tans, older burns. / And elsewhere, somewhere, Eric dreams of dawn.
The last line is the kicker. They might not be aware of it yet, but they're inside each other now. I wondered if the "older burns" she remembered might not be, in some sense, Eric's.
I love the subtle presence of Gran and Godric, the makers who've passed on and left these two in the world alone. Your imagery is so immediate, I can smell the cool dew on the grass.
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Date: Friday, September 11th, 2009 01:33 am (UTC)her arms tingle warmly with the memory of old tans, older burns. / And elsewhere, somewhere, Eric dreams of dawn.
The last line is the kicker. They might not be aware of it yet, but they're inside each other now. I wondered if the "older burns" she remembered might not be, in some sense, Eric's.
I love the subtle presence of Gran and Godric, the makers who've passed on and left these two in the world alone. Your imagery is so immediate, I can smell the cool dew on the grass.