You're aware of the fact that I love you right? 'Cause duuuude! I SO DO!
Walking through it creeps him out more than human stampedes and streets on fire. It’s dark and silent, no refrigerator hum from the frozen food aisle. It smells like rotten meat, dried-out fruit, and dust. First, I totally see the supermarket being creepier. Second, your description of the smells, just perfect and vivid, and amazing.
never developed a proper appreciation for the kind of food that laughs in the face of its own expiration date Just a well put, funny line.
Him, she didn’t need to fool, not to the same degree at least; him, she trusted. AH! I always loved this about them, and always noticed it. And I'm glad Dom knew it, and is almost nostalgic about it.
It’s such a – he doesn’t know, British response – that it’s heartening. It loosens him up. “And it was just like – like, even as I was standing there, it seemed unreal. I had this eye in my hand, and he doubles over in pain, thank God, and like for a few seconds, I swear, I’m frozen, and it’s almost funny, how sick it is, and all I can think is, ‘Dude, this is disgusting.’” “Dude,” she repeats. He’s willing to bet it’s a historic occasion. Adelle DeWitt saying ‘dude.’ “Dude,” he confirms, chuckling. “It was – it was just crazy. I had this guy’s eye in my hand. I dug it out with my fingernails.” This whole exchange was just perfect. I like how Dominic opens up to her, and his thoughts and what he was thinking seems in character.
He thinks of them the way they were, king and queen of their twisted little Eden. Of luxuries like order and authority and – yeah, okay – business attire. Just, guh.
One of these days, he decides, he’s going to kiss her. Before he leaves again. That way, he’ll have the memory to carry around with him, even if he doesn’t make it back. Her shoulder rests against his now. It feels good after so many years of staying carefully apart. So perfect.
There’s one last swig in the bottle. He lets her have it. True love.
I love the way you evoke this kind of quiet, day to day in hell mood. And the quietness and intimacy of their interactions, it suits them really well and is beautiful. I love how Dominic realizes he kind of (in terms of Rossum's idea of justice) deserved the Attic, and how it's just "That's okay." And how Adelle doesn't need to specify what she is sorry for. It is so them, and so perfect. Good job. As always. :D
AND YAY YOU WROTE D/D FIC FOR ME! *IZ IMMENSELY PLEASED*
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Date: 2010-03-19 07:54 am (UTC)Walking through it creeps him out more than human stampedes and streets on fire. It’s dark and silent, no refrigerator hum from the frozen food aisle. It smells like rotten meat, dried-out fruit, and dust.
First, I totally see the supermarket being creepier. Second, your description of the smells, just perfect and vivid, and amazing.
never developed a proper appreciation for the kind of food that laughs in the face of its own expiration date
Just a well put, funny line.
Him, she didn’t need to fool, not to the same degree at least; him, she trusted.
AH! I always loved this about them, and always noticed it. And I'm glad Dom knew it, and is almost nostalgic about it.
It’s such a – he doesn’t know, British response – that it’s heartening. It loosens him up.
“And it was just like – like, even as I was standing there, it seemed unreal. I had this eye in my hand, and he doubles over in pain, thank God, and like for a few seconds, I swear, I’m frozen, and it’s almost funny, how sick it is, and all I can think is, ‘Dude, this is disgusting.’”
“Dude,” she repeats. He’s willing to bet it’s a historic occasion. Adelle DeWitt saying ‘dude.’
“Dude,” he confirms, chuckling. “It was – it was just crazy. I had this guy’s eye in my hand. I dug it out with my fingernails.”
This whole exchange was just perfect. I like how Dominic opens up to her, and his thoughts and what he was thinking seems in character.
He thinks of them the way they were, king and queen of their twisted little Eden. Of luxuries like order and authority and – yeah, okay – business attire.
Just, guh.
One of these days, he decides, he’s going to kiss her. Before he leaves again. That way, he’ll have the memory to carry around with him, even if he doesn’t make it back. Her shoulder rests against his now. It feels good after so many years of staying carefully apart.
So perfect.
There’s one last swig in the bottle. He lets her have it.
True love.
I love the way you evoke this kind of quiet, day to day in hell mood. And the quietness and intimacy of their interactions, it suits them really well and is beautiful. I love how Dominic realizes he kind of (in terms of Rossum's idea of justice) deserved the Attic, and how it's just "That's okay." And how Adelle doesn't need to specify what she is sorry for. It is so them, and so perfect. Good job. As always. :D
AND YAY YOU WROTE D/D FIC FOR ME! *IZ IMMENSELY PLEASED*