My goodness. There goes my pact to not comment since I tend to write too much and don't like to appear stalkerish. Whatever. It must be done.
First off, I don't like this pairing much (although I can definetly picture it) and never have. But I love LOVE this fic. The only piece of fanfic that I have read that compares is sinaddict'sWe Used to Be Friends, the first fanfic I ever read.
There's more that he remembers: her lips warm and sticky against that space, the distinctive taste of raspberry lip gloss and the clear smell of citrus orange and lemon as he slipped off her sweater. Perfect description of Meg. The scents, particularly the raspberry lip gloss, are just dead on.
She mentally goes through a thesaurus of words synonymous to stupid - idiotic, foolish, thickheaded, slow, half-baked - until she finally gets to naive. I'm probably a horrible human being, but the first part of that sentence cracked me up.
There's a burn that she notices on the inside of his palm as he writes. She stops their report on Pride and Prejudice to ask about it. "Where did you get that?" Her eyelashes touch her cheeks and she slips the pencil out of his hand to look closer.
"An accident," he replies easily before picking up the writing utensil again. So in character for both and the imagery and attention to details are lovely.
Meg does survive the crash, he later learns, and he thinks he should care a little more. He swears this time around that he'll try a little harder, but she never wakes up for him.
The next time Meg comes up in conversation is after Veronica does some of her magic. The Mannings are revealed to be a psychotic addition to the great collection of families Neptune has welcomed. He's not even sure what he's feeling in his gut, but the one thing he knows for sure is that he feels closer to someone than he has in a long time.
Maybe he should have been put in a coma too.
I'm too tired to tear up, but these lines were really touching. You have amazing writing abilities. Almost unparalleled in VM fanfic.
The path to God is paved with righteousness. These are notebooks (parents) he wants to tear in two. He doesn't believe. He doesn't believe and nothing will save him. Tragic and stunning, like everything else in this fic. This was all simply amazing. There is so much more that I could quote, but I'll just leave it with everything was amazing.
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Date: 2006-04-10 02:25 am (UTC)First off, I don't like this pairing much (although I can definetly picture it) and never have. But I love LOVE this fic. The only piece of fanfic that I have read that compares is sinaddict's We Used to Be Friends, the first fanfic I ever read.
There's more that he remembers: her lips warm and sticky against that space, the distinctive taste of raspberry lip gloss and the clear smell of citrus orange and lemon as he slipped off her sweater.
Perfect description of Meg. The scents, particularly the raspberry lip gloss, are just dead on.
She mentally goes through a thesaurus of words synonymous to stupid - idiotic, foolish, thickheaded, slow, half-baked - until she finally gets to naive.
I'm probably a horrible human being, but the first part of that sentence cracked me up.
There's a burn that she notices on the inside of his palm as he writes. She stops their report on Pride and Prejudice to ask about it. "Where did you get that?" Her eyelashes touch her cheeks and she slips the pencil out of his hand to look closer.
"An accident," he replies easily before picking up the writing utensil again.
So in character for both and the imagery and attention to details are lovely.
Meg does survive the crash, he later learns, and he thinks he should care a little more. He swears this time around that he'll try a little harder, but she never wakes up for him.
The next time Meg comes up in conversation is after Veronica does some of her magic. The Mannings are revealed to be a psychotic addition to the great collection of families Neptune has welcomed. He's not even sure what he's feeling in his gut, but the one thing he knows for sure is that he feels closer to someone than he has in a long time.
Maybe he should have been put in a coma too.
I'm too tired to tear up, but these lines were really touching. You have amazing writing abilities. Almost unparalleled in VM fanfic.
The path to God is paved with righteousness. These are notebooks (parents) he wants to tear in two. He doesn't believe. He doesn't believe and nothing will save him.
Tragic and stunning, like everything else in this fic. This was all simply amazing. There is so much more that I could quote, but I'll just leave it with everything was amazing.