Here's what she wants: a biological explanation of what he's doing to her. A latin name and a chart for the reaction. She thinks she must be an inside-out valentine, empty lace filling her stomach and lungs and eyeballs, like the hollows in bird's bones; while her outside reddens and blurs. BEE MINE.
Wow. This is awesome and all sorts of chilling. Your Veronica voice is so good it hurts like when Veronica was wondering about how to write that the bus went over the cliff, and Logan calling over and over, and the very last line of this, that was just the best type of jab to the gut.
Also I hope you don't mind that I friended you. You don't post your fics in the usual spots so I need to keep an eye out. Plus you like Remus.
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Date: Friday, April 13th, 2007 02:36 am (UTC)Wow. This is awesome and all sorts of chilling. Your Veronica voice is so good it hurts like when Veronica was wondering about how to write that the bus went over the cliff, and Logan calling over and over, and the very last line of this, that was just the best type of jab to the gut.
Also I hope you don't mind that I friended you. You don't post your fics in the usual spots so I need to keep an eye out. Plus you like Remus.