This is another one of those fics where nothing happens
Mais non
I... okay, I don't use phrases like "This is perfect" as feedback very often, not sincerely. It's always hyperbole and just wanting to make my feelings abundantly clear by blowing them out of proportion (maybe to make up for the fact that all I've got to sell my words is words, not eye contact and body language, so I gotta make it clear how ~positive it all is) but...
This is perfect. You make me love them so much.
And I don't ship it? (I'm not even sure if that's true anymore tbh.) Like, I enjoy it in canon, but it's never been something that's slipped beneath my skin and choked my heart, yanno.
Whereas this fic takes everything that's DAMON (!!! your Damon voice tho, your Damon everything tho, fuck you, i hate you, go away) and everything that's KATHERINE (!!! your characterization post-Klaus, the forever running, my heart, tis a bulge in it, fuck you, etcetera, etcetera) and everything that's DAMON AND KATHERINE (the chase and the missing their moment and Idek fuuucck i think i need to reread it again to do this feedback justice) and crystallizes it, supercharges it, makes it bright and sharp and perfect.
It seems to me that every word is perfect, not wasted, perfectly chosen, perfectly weighted, balanced, placed. Like, it's almost sparse at times, which I love so much, because all that matters is what should matter, and it does matter.
I just really fucking love this fic and I hate you. In that way where I envy because this is perfect and when someone writes something perfect, and you're a writer? You wish you wrote. But I mean, I couldn't write this because I don't live in this place the way you do. You breathe this fic, seriously. I can just tell that it all comes from a place of just fucking getting it. And that's why it's perfect.
Shit, this comment is getting embarrassing. Fuck all. I should hit post at this point, but instead I'm gonna start quoting:
Damon drinks a lot that week. An example of the spartan. And it works because in context it's just the right amount of what needs to be said to say everything.
He's trying to reread Moby Dick and care about it. Second time's always a charm. lmao. Also, Katherine is Moby Dick. lmao again. Damon makes for a shitty Ahab -- he's just not that into the chase anymore.
She sighs. "I'm bored."
"Okay." He snaps the book shut, not without relief. "Let's fuck."
She treats him to a withering look.
He cocks a brow. "I'm sorry, did you want romance?"
ROFL perfect
"You don't understand, Damon." She looks sharply at him, her eyes glittering with some pent-up urge he can't place. "Klaus is dead. Dead." Stresses the last syllable as though it means something. "After 500 years. How could you possibly understand." Turns her face away again; she can hardly stand to look at him.
And then you punched me in the throat with Katherine feelings. When she lets her guard down and the sheer force and sincerity of how she feels just levels you.
"We were good together, you know," she says once, out of the blue, as unconcerned as a hurricane.
He almost drops his glass on the polished floor. Almost, but doesn't, because then he'd have to clean the mess up, and frankly he's tired of feeling blood on the pads of his fingers.
This is a moment, he thinks, as dust particles float in sunlight. Maybe the moment he's been waiting for --
-- or something equally poetic. Damon has always cared about poetry. But the thing of it, the thing is, the problem is, nobody else does. On good days, this is the only thing wrong with him.
This is the moment:
Katherine is uncharacteristically waiting for an answer.
And Damon is frozen, suspended in the moment, this moment, the moment of a lifetime (the one he's been waiting for forever), and he doesn't know how to hold on to it -- or even worse, move past.
This entire passage is a favorite. The dust particles, Damon stuck in the moment, Katherine as unconcerned as a hurricane.
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Date: 2012-07-29 04:57 pm (UTC)This is another one of those fics where nothing happens
Mais non
I... okay, I don't use phrases like "This is perfect" as feedback very often, not sincerely. It's always hyperbole and just wanting to make my feelings abundantly clear by blowing them out of proportion (maybe to make up for the fact that all I've got to sell my words is words, not eye contact and body language, so I gotta make it clear how ~positive it all is) but...
This is perfect. You make me love them so much.
And I don't ship it? (I'm not even sure if that's true anymore tbh.) Like, I enjoy it in canon, but it's never been something that's slipped beneath my skin and choked my heart, yanno.
Whereas this fic takes everything that's DAMON (!!! your Damon voice tho, your Damon everything tho, fuck you, i hate you, go away) and everything that's KATHERINE (!!! your characterization post-Klaus, the forever running, my heart, tis a bulge in it, fuck you, etcetera, etcetera) and everything that's DAMON AND KATHERINE (the chase and the missing their moment and Idek fuuucck i think i need to reread it again to do this feedback justice) and crystallizes it, supercharges it, makes it bright and sharp and perfect.
It seems to me that every word is perfect, not wasted, perfectly chosen, perfectly weighted, balanced, placed. Like, it's almost sparse at times, which I love so much, because all that matters is what should matter, and it does matter.
I just really fucking love this fic and I hate you. In that way where I envy because this is perfect and when someone writes something perfect, and you're a writer? You wish you wrote. But I mean, I couldn't write this because I don't live in this place the way you do. You breathe this fic, seriously. I can just tell that it all comes from a place of just fucking getting it. And that's why it's perfect.
Shit, this comment is getting embarrassing. Fuck all. I should hit post at this point, but instead I'm gonna start quoting:
Damon drinks a lot that week. An example of the spartan. And it works because in context it's just the right amount of what needs to be said to say everything.
He's trying to reread Moby Dick and care about it. Second time's always a charm. lmao. Also, Katherine is Moby Dick. lmao again. Damon makes for a shitty Ahab -- he's just not that into the chase anymore.
She sighs. "I'm bored."
"Okay." He snaps the book shut, not without relief. "Let's fuck."
She treats him to a withering look.
He cocks a brow. "I'm sorry, did you want romance?"
ROFL perfect
"You don't understand, Damon." She looks sharply at him, her eyes glittering with some pent-up urge he can't place. "Klaus is dead. Dead." Stresses the last syllable as though it means something. "After 500 years. How could you possibly understand." Turns her face away again; she can hardly stand to look at him.
And then you punched me in the throat with Katherine feelings. When she lets her guard down and the sheer force and sincerity of how she feels just levels you.
"We were good together, you know," she says once, out of the blue, as unconcerned as a hurricane.
He almost drops his glass on the polished floor. Almost, but doesn't, because then he'd have to clean the mess up, and frankly he's tired of feeling blood on the pads of his fingers.
This is a moment, he thinks, as dust particles float in sunlight. Maybe the moment he's been waiting for --
-- or something equally poetic. Damon has always cared about poetry. But the thing of it, the thing is, the problem is, nobody else does. On good days, this is the only thing wrong with him.
This is the moment:
Katherine is uncharacteristically waiting for an answer.
And Damon is frozen, suspended in the moment, this moment, the moment of a lifetime (the one he's been waiting for forever), and he doesn't know how to hold on to it -- or even worse, move past.
This entire passage is a favorite. The dust particles, Damon stuck in the moment, Katherine as unconcerned as a hurricane.
"Would you believe me?" she asks.
Yes, he thinks, and says: "No."
Oh. Yes.
...
Just shut up and go away, Alex.