boiiko (Guest)
on Chapter 4
Tue 18
Dec 201803:20AM UTC
i am late to the party, but i have to take a second to spread the praise. i am absolutely loving this story. it's got this fragile, blown glass feel to it. soft, cool, tentative, with a threat of shard. an underlying promise of pain. it's gorgeous.
"The kid was only wearing jeans and a tank, more snow up his nose than on the ground, the high wrapping around his neck like a fucking scarf tied too tight." -- from a previous chapter, but this imagery is as explicit as it is lyrically taunting. i had to jot it down. it's perfect.
"Feelings have gotten involved, and he finds them messy – they get all over every part of you and make things sticky. He has no time for peeling Ian off of him." -- again, i am in love with your subtle metaphoring abilities. also, the truth of that statement, the absolute relatability of it, lands a good punch to the gut.
“Would you ever take care of me like this if I needed it?” Ian asks. -- ah, puppy. you have no idea. i adore those flashbacks sprinkled in there. and knowing where they take them, where they take us. it's a perfect conversation between the timeline you're weaving and the one we feel we know. good job.
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