Well I am back. The whole story is amazing; as always I so much admire your talent for description - Green velvet, the deep, bosky hue of pine needles, covers the walls and ripples over lace curtains at the windows, bound by gold tassels. There is a cabinet against one wall, a deep, mellow wood inlaid with ivory, its gleaming surface casually littered with treasures – a silver samovar, a gold-filigreed telescope studded with topaz, porcelain figurines, a brightly lacquered and intricately detailed wooden box. Alec seats himself on a sofa with carved gilt legs.
and character drawing - He forces himself to stillness and watches Alec, seeing for the first time beneath the elegant criminal shell the isolation of a man accused of second-hand treason to his country and his people, retribution descending upon a child from a vast, impersonal height, from a force of nature, or a blind, deaf, and indifferent god. Troublesome as the world’s greyness often is, surely it is better than the black and white of what that child’s life must have become. His parents, once loyal fascists, are martyrs; Britain and the Soviet state are slaughterers, barbarians. The truth is a snarl of silken threads too delicate and complicated to unravel without breaking.
I think it's truly marvellous. Of course the sex is hot and wonderful, but laced with a sense of sadness and an inevitable end.
The final scene between them os heart breaking, but still at least a bit hopeful; they've both survived each other. I think it's wonderful you let it end like that, no more touching than a touching of a wrist. Beautiful Alex, just beautiful.
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Date: 2010-01-09 07:03 am (UTC)and character drawing - He forces himself to stillness and watches Alec, seeing for the first time beneath the elegant criminal shell the isolation of a man accused of second-hand treason to his country and his people, retribution descending upon a child from a vast, impersonal height, from a force of nature, or a blind, deaf, and indifferent god. Troublesome as the world’s greyness often is, surely it is better than the black and white of what that child’s life must have become. His parents, once loyal fascists, are martyrs; Britain and the Soviet state are slaughterers, barbarians. The truth is a snarl of silken threads too delicate and complicated to unravel without breaking.
I think it's truly marvellous. Of course the sex is hot and wonderful, but laced with a sense of sadness and an inevitable end.
The final scene between them os heart breaking, but still at least a bit hopeful; they've both survived each other. I think it's wonderful you let it end like that, no more touching than a touching of a wrist. Beautiful Alex, just beautiful.