God, Alex, I don't know where to begin - except to say that this couldn't have been better timed after the emotional crash of that damn ASPCA commercial.
*peaceful sigh* Oh Curt and Arthur. The OTP of my heart. The pair that got me into fandom, fanfic, LiveJournal, everything. And what a truthful, beautiful, seemingly effortless thing you've done here. I find Curt and Arthur both deceptively hard to write - how to make Curt rebellious and strong but not feral, how to make him damaged but not broken (as I think ultimately the film shows him to be more heartbroken than wrecked-for-life. He eventually got his shit together). And Arthur is even harder.
But here? Both are perfect. Curt is exactly how I would imagine him. Of course he would pick up a poinsettia. It's not syrupy or silly - he just figured it would be nice, something pretty, and who gives a damn what anyone thinks. The ultimate cool is to not be cool.
Arthur's parenthetical inner monologues are heart-wrenching and sweet, particularly here:
They’d have to sit on the bed (narrow, hospital corners; nobody here but me), or he’d have to offer Curt his single chair (like I said, nobody but me). Arthur's still, barely-disturbed bed is a great image.
It was as if jeans, a leather jacket, and a scarf had never been put together in quite that way before, ever. < In other words, "Wow," said Arthur. Hee. Fantastic way to describe the VISION that is Curt Wild (and what. a. vision.) without telling what we all already know (that he's effortlessly beautiful, heh).
He’d gathered and spent all his courage at once, and now faced the rest of the evening (an awkward excuse and Curt would leave, a good-manners dinner and Curt would leave, a forced-cheer evening, and Curt would leave. Nobody here but me). < So much love for this I don't know where to begin. The fatalism. The rush of anxiety that can only accompany the promise of something really, really good. The knockout jab of the 'nobody here but me' refrain. Gah.
And the end. *floats* OTP heaven, simple as that. They are my happily ever after. :)
Thank you so much for posting. I love it love it love it.
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*peaceful sigh* Oh Curt and Arthur. The OTP of my heart. The pair that got me into fandom, fanfic, LiveJournal, everything. And what a truthful, beautiful, seemingly effortless thing you've done here. I find Curt and Arthur both deceptively hard to write - how to make Curt rebellious and strong but not feral, how to make him damaged but not broken (as I think ultimately the film shows him to be more heartbroken than wrecked-for-life. He eventually got his shit together). And Arthur is even harder.
But here? Both are perfect. Curt is exactly how I would imagine him. Of course he would pick up a poinsettia. It's not syrupy or silly - he just figured it would be nice, something pretty, and who gives a damn what anyone thinks. The ultimate cool is to not be cool.
Arthur's parenthetical inner monologues are heart-wrenching and sweet, particularly here:
Arthur's still, barely-disturbed bed is a great image.
< In other words, "Wow," said Arthur. Hee. Fantastic way to describe the VISION that is Curt Wild (and what. a. vision.) without telling what we all already know (that he's effortlessly beautiful, heh).
< So much love for this I don't know where to begin. The fatalism. The rush of anxiety that can only accompany the promise of something really, really good. The knockout jab of the 'nobody here but me' refrain. Gah.
And the end. *floats* OTP heaven, simple as that. They are my happily ever after. :)
Thank you so much for posting. I love it love it love it.