I love this - I don't know if it is odd that it doesn't make me sad, but I think it's too lovely and too satisfying for that. given the premise of the first two stories, something has to happen to the mortal remains, and this just feels right.
It doesn't make me sad anymore, either - writing the first two made me a bit sad, but the latter two additions have been rather calming, even pleasing to work through. Thank you for reading, as always ♥
You do take me back, woman.
Back to a time on a beach on the American side of the Atlantic. With cold breeze blowing and the grey waves rushing. The sand cold and wet beneath my shoes.
No lovely box here... a coffee can, instead. And the bits that were left of my best friend - shards of bone and fine grey ash - running through my fingers as I cast them into the sea.
As always, perfection.
I've never scattered ashes, but there have been cremations in my family, and it's what I'd like for myself when I'm gone (I can't abide the thought of my body taking up space somewhere, or even my bones; that's pretty useless).
Thank you. And thank you for sharing your own memory!
As someone said over in the comm, no one's allowed to kill them but you. I'm seconding that.
I don't know if it strikes some as morbid, but I am in love with you mind and your disposition for wanting to explore the heartache and whatever goes with it. People like that are at a special place. ♥
...make that a responsibility handed to me by two readers (see my response to the other comment over on the comm). In which case, all the more reason for me to take it quite seriously *hugs*
Thank you for reading, always.
I've been trying to figure out why your 'verses tend to leave me with a lump in my throat. Even the happy stories do, you know. I think it's that you capture the fragility of this thing we call life. Be it Sherlock and John here, or Alice and Tarrant, or even Crowley and Aziraphale - there's the sense that there really is much at stake, because life is so very precious, so very fragile, and so we must seize what we have, at every opportunity.
It's not morbid, and it's not about the potential for grief, although that's there. It's the recognition that you give them all, "Gather ye rosebuds," as cliche as it is to say that, they know, in a way most people deny daily, that this is all the time we'll ever have, (maybe, probably.)
Fragility of life - that's the sense most of my fandoms push me to, really, and why I love them so (Good Omens and Toy Soldiers in particular). This existence is worth what it's worth because we die. I've never been afraid of death, and part of me even wonders if it's an adventure. I hope it is. I'll be incredibly disappointed if it isn't, although if there's just nothing, that's fine, too, because I won't be there to know.
Thank you *hugs*
Well I can tell you that I feel very much the same about this world you created. You bring me to tears every time, but it's impossible for me not to read, because your stories are so exquisitely written. They just touch something deep inside of me, and that is always a good thing, even if it hurts.
I wasn't always able to handle writing about territory like this without going a bit off the rails myself, but I think I've managed to bring myself around to the point where it doesn't matter what frame of mind I'm in; my emotions don't necessarily have to correspond to what's on the page (although heaven knows this past week or so has been hard, so it may have helped).
Thank you ♥
She really did want the last word. Thank you.
And hopefully it really is the finish this time...
Thank you :)
2011-04-17 05:05 am (UTC)
I said it before, but damn it !
Ya make it hurt so good. I'm aching just looking at the title!
:-} <- wobbly smile...
Thank you. And if you don't know the song, definitely find it - it's gorgeous.
So beautifully done. Gorgeous characterizations of them both.
Thank you very much! I've added you, as there are quite a number of your fics I need to catch up on :) I'm trying to do as much reading around at the moment as I can, as I'm a reccer this month at 221b_recs
Oh wow - thank you so much for reading my stories! I really appreciate it.
That's what I'll be doing when I get back from a job interview tomorrow afternoon :)
:D Best wishes with the interview! *good vibes*
I'm only up against one other candidate, but I'll take all of the good vibes I can get!
ok trying to type on touchscreen while crying is not easy, at the moment i don't know if i love you or hate you for these, always so brilliant but oh so very very sad :(
Yes, they're sad; no getting around it. But I find the pursuit worthwhile.
Thank you for reading, even though you find it difficult <3
Yeah, it makes me sad! So very much so. I have trouble with goodbyes of this nature. Your writing is so beautiful *heartwrenches*
I hope I've drawn the right lines, finally. There's no way The Half-Open Window was going to give anybody closure. Thanks again *hugs*