Oh. Ohhhhhhh. It aches! (It being my heart. And my lungs. And that general area around, in between, and all through my soul.)
I was wondering how Douglas was going to come across the leaflet as I was (re)reading the last chapter (for about the eighth time). You did it quite elegantly, I think.
So much to love in this chapter. Douglas's imaginary phone call with Martin-Down-The-Well. (So perfectly in character I'd swear it was from a transcript if I didn't know better.) Douglas's burgeoning attraction to Martin -- or finally recognizing what had been growing all along. How it happened in a moment of Martin seeming almost himself. Lord knows vulnerability has so many alluring qualities to it, but I'm terribly pleased Douglas has found something deeper to hang his feelings on. Of course, it is incredibly lovely, that soft, wounded vulnerability, and GOD how I wanted Douglas to touch Martin's cheek when he suppressed the urge. So many times Douglas talked himself out of action this chapter -- let's hope he can pull it off one last time, when he needs it most, before the drink hits the back of his throat.
So much longing... most of all from me! Every little touch, every glance, so sparsely given, is magnified tenfold and it just pierces my heart. All of it. Splendidly.
Go to him. Say something. Anything, for Christ’s sake.
Douglas! DOUGLAS!!! You're a clever man; listen to yourself!!! Yourself knows what he's talking about! *shakes Douglas / then hugs him / then hugs Martin / then hugs them both together / then makes them soup / all the soup / all the soup in Britain*
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Date: 2012-03-31 05:58 am (UTC)I was wondering how Douglas was going to come across the leaflet as I was
(re)reading the last chapter(for about the eighth time). You did it quite elegantly, I think.So much to love in this chapter. Douglas's imaginary phone call with Martin-Down-The-Well. (So perfectly in character I'd swear it was from a transcript if I didn't know better.) Douglas's burgeoning attraction to Martin -- or finally recognizing what had been growing all along. How it happened in a moment of Martin seeming almost himself. Lord knows vulnerability has so many alluring qualities to it, but I'm terribly pleased Douglas has found something deeper to hang his feelings on. Of course, it is incredibly lovely, that soft, wounded vulnerability, and GOD how I wanted Douglas to touch Martin's cheek when he suppressed the urge. So many times Douglas talked himself out of action this chapter -- let's hope he can pull it off one last time, when he needs it most, before the drink hits the back of his throat.
So much longing... most of all from me! Every little touch, every glance, so sparsely given, is magnified tenfold and it just pierces my heart. All of it. Splendidly.
Go to him. Say something. Anything, for Christ’s sake.
Douglas! DOUGLAS!!! You're a clever man; listen to yourself!!! Yourself knows what he's talking about! *shakes Douglas / then hugs him / then hugs Martin / then hugs them both together / then makes them soup / all the soup / all the soup in Britain*