"I know the whole poem, you know. I've memorised all of Keat's poetry by now, because he won't bloody shut up about it, so I might as well read, right? I'm a good boyfriend like that. God knows why I even try, though. He always repeats the same stanza."
More exasperation, more worry due to this inkling feeling of something-is-wrong getting more and more persistent. More love and devotion, too, by now kind of thinly veiled by humour and self-deprecation.
(Maybe the image was too apt. The walls were white, so goddamn white.)
I don’t like this. By which I don’t mean that it isn’t perfectly written (which it is) but it is SO DAMN DISCONCERTING. Like, I don’t know what’s going on, where they are (quite literally) and like Orlando I am really losing my grasp on reality, like the only thing in the world that is left to cling to is Sean and everything else is hostile territory. Deeply troubling.
"He visits me every day," Orlando said.
Again, with the disconcerting. I am going to quote Buffy now when she stood next to a grave and asked Giles to tell her that everything is going to work out, Giles asked whether she wanted him to lie to her, and she said yes. – Again, I am not sure where or even when they are. Whether Orlando is haunted by Sean’s memory here already (no matter whether he is dead or alive at this point) whether it’s Orlando really losing his sanity and how the hell it could happen so quickly – given how eloquent he was in his last conversation with Dom still. Chills down my spine. And I demand you make it better now, damnit.
Love this. And by that I mean I am close to crying. Somewhat magically, you managed to set things right here again, just with these two lines. All of a sudden I am pretty sure that this – at least this last bit here – is set in the past, is from when things were still good and Orlando would insult Sean without that lingering worry, and Sean would easily be able to slip out of the poetry and back into reality. It’s easy and loving and maybe because of that almost equally disconcerting because by now I am truly wondering whether Orlando – after Sean’s death, or even just with it being very close – even notices that he is shifting back and forth in time, or whether he hasn’t even got that grip anymore.
Now, I demand three things from you:
1 – Hand me the tissues, damnit. 2 – Explain everything to me and thus make me okay again or at least not as deeply unsettled and without orientation as Orlando. 3 – Write me happy!fic because YOU KILLED ONE OF MY BOYS AND MADE THE OTHER ONE INSANE, YOU EVIL PERSON.
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More exasperation, more worry due to this inkling feeling of something-is-wrong getting more and more persistent. More love and devotion, too, by now kind of thinly veiled by humour and self-deprecation.
(Maybe the image was too apt. The walls were white, so goddamn white.)
I don’t like this. By which I don’t mean that it isn’t perfectly written (which it is) but it is SO DAMN DISCONCERTING. Like, I don’t know what’s going on, where they are (quite literally) and like Orlando I am really losing my grasp on reality, like the only thing in the world that is left to cling to is Sean and everything else is hostile territory. Deeply troubling.
"He visits me every day," Orlando said.
Again, with the disconcerting. I am going to quote Buffy now when she stood next to a grave and asked Giles to tell her that everything is going to work out, Giles asked whether she wanted him to lie to her, and she said yes. – Again, I am not sure where or even when they are. Whether Orlando is haunted by Sean’s memory here already (no matter whether he is dead or alive at this point) whether it’s Orlando really losing his sanity and how the hell it could happen so quickly – given how eloquent he was in his last conversation with Dom still. Chills down my spine. And I demand you make it better now, damnit.
"You silly Northern bastard," Orlando said. Sean's laughter echoed around him.
Love this. And by that I mean I am close to crying. Somewhat magically, you managed to set things right here again, just with these two lines. All of a sudden I am pretty sure that this – at least this last bit here – is set in the past, is from when things were still good and Orlando would insult Sean without that lingering worry, and Sean would easily be able to slip out of the poetry and back into reality. It’s easy and loving and maybe because of that almost equally disconcerting because by now I am truly wondering whether Orlando – after Sean’s death, or even just with it being very close – even notices that he is shifting back and forth in time, or whether he hasn’t even got that grip anymore.
Now, I demand three things from you:
1 – Hand me the tissues, damnit.
2 – Explain everything to me and thus make me okay again or at least not as deeply unsettled and without orientation as Orlando.
3 – Write me happy!fic because YOU KILLED ONE OF MY BOYS AND MADE THE OTHER ONE INSANE, YOU EVIL PERSON.
In other words, I adore your way with words.