OhmyGOD I ADORE this. Seriously, it is BEYOND incredible. This experimental style of yours? Executed BRILLIANTLY. I love the feel and flow of this, the way you've taken the tone and made it so sparse and so poetic all at the same time. I just... feel it this way. Beautifully done.
These lines just knocked me on my ass I loved them so hard: and an evening over drinks in which Cobb smiles more widely than Arthur can remember (since Mal, that is, but he is careful about those memories, and rarely lets them surface).
When Cobb finally enrolls them both in school, they are over-educated, brimming with ideas, and their teachers despair.
“I keep expecting to come home and find you gone.”
He thinks that maybe if he’s still enough, the world will stop tilting, and he will stop wanting to throw teacups at the wall.
You've got a hell of a way with words, my dear. An incredible skill. Mad props to you for this fic. *adores*
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These lines just knocked me on my ass I loved them so hard:
and an evening over drinks in which Cobb smiles more widely than Arthur can remember (since Mal, that is, but he is careful about those memories, and rarely lets them surface).
When Cobb finally enrolls them both in school, they are over-educated, brimming with ideas, and their teachers despair.
“I keep expecting to come home and find you gone.”
He thinks that maybe if he’s still enough, the world will stop tilting, and he will stop wanting to throw teacups at the wall.
You've got a hell of a way with words, my dear. An incredible skill. Mad props to you for this fic. *adores*