At that time he had been caught up in the strangeness of it all, and thought nothing of his own strangeness. He had been startled by kites, dazzled by sunshine, fascinated by tortoises, thirsty for knowledge, and for rain.
If I could kiss with words, it would be these ones. How utterly perfect.
this was the Pacific in a becalming, blue below and above, colour that hurt one'e eyes to look at
Exquisite. You are the master of description.
He had come from Ireland; he had found the sailing a trial to his stomach before he had found it a stimulus to his mind, and in these new ruins, found his attention shifting to each cardinal point in turn, drawn this direction and that by everything that swam and flew, fluttered and scuttled its way across the earth.
*shrieks* This is honestly one of the best Aubreyad fics I have ever read. Seriously. This is just the perfect portrait of Stephen.
Through ghostly summer nights he stalked bats, already grown too old to hear their calls, but patient enough to wait for sweep of their wings on his cheek, and old enough to envy them that peace and freedom of flight.
That sentence - it is squirming and fluttering in my chest, I adore it so much.
"Not now, Jack, I see my albatross" – but Stephen was thinking of summer, remembering that first time he had felt no fear of the creatures of the earth and sky, knowing himself a part of all he studied, knowing himself.
*is actually moved to tears*
I honestly think that was the most beautiful Aubreyad fic I have ever read. Your writing is always so lush and vibrant and haunting and this is just my favourite - I cannot even tell you how good this is.
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If I could kiss with words, it would be these ones. How utterly perfect.
this was the Pacific in a becalming, blue below and above, colour that hurt one'e eyes to look at
Exquisite. You are the master of description.
He had come from Ireland; he had found the sailing a trial to his stomach before he had found it a stimulus to his mind, and in these new ruins, found his attention shifting to each cardinal point in turn, drawn this direction and that by everything that swam and flew, fluttered and scuttled its way across the earth.
*shrieks* This is honestly one of the best Aubreyad fics I have ever read. Seriously. This is just the perfect portrait of Stephen.
Through ghostly summer nights he stalked bats, already grown too old to hear their calls, but patient enough to wait for sweep of their wings on his cheek, and old enough to envy them that peace and freedom of flight.
That sentence - it is squirming and fluttering in my chest, I adore it so much.
"Not now, Jack, I see my albatross" – but Stephen was thinking of summer, remembering that first time he had felt no fear of the creatures of the earth and sky, knowing himself a part of all he studied, knowing himself.
*is actually moved to tears*
I honestly think that was the most beautiful Aubreyad fic I have ever read. Your writing is always so lush and vibrant and haunting and this is just my favourite - I cannot even tell you how good this is.