the sunglasses (the barrier, the armor), Love the description!
What could he scan, what could he use them here for, anyway? There’s nothing that he observes which is unknown. These little asides are what makes the fic. The way he is, for once, not alien.
He doesn’t feel anything. This is like a sucker-punch.
He takes a deep breath (every single element in the air just perfect, his body made to breathe them) Again, the way this is where he belongs, how everything is physically, biologically, perfect. And yet...
(Heavy, heavy disk in his pocket, betrayal is heavy, death is heavy, eternity is an intolerable weight, eternity is a very long time). Love this.
He should be happy, he should be the happiest man in all of creation at this moment. This line, I think, sums up the whole fic (the whole episode). 'Should'. That word holds everything.
There is affection, despite everything, somewhere deep down, even for the city shining magnificently in the distance, both its good and its evil well hidden. There is still love, he knows, somewhere in his hearts, a place that is being blocked by this raw fury. I like how you focus on his hate first... And then go back, saying no, wait, not quite. It feels very real, in the way layered emotions manifest bit by bit.
There will be no vengeance; but there might be justice. Good distinction. Although I'd say when it comes to Rassilon... There may have been some vengeance.
He’ll leave it up to them; usually he isn’t the one to come in guns blazing, judge, jury and executioner after all. They tend to be experts. Ouch. Harsh, but true.
There is a place where a kind stranger once comforted him when he was scared. It is okay to be afraid, it really is, don’t cry. ♥ ♥ ♥ Love, love, love how you tie it into 'Listen'.
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Love the description!
What could he scan, what could he use them here for, anyway? There’s nothing that he observes which is unknown.
These little asides are what makes the fic. The way he is, for once, not alien.
He doesn’t feel anything.
This is like a sucker-punch.
He takes a deep breath (every single element in the air just perfect, his body made to breathe them)
Again, the way this is where he belongs, how everything is physically, biologically, perfect. And yet...
(Heavy, heavy disk in his pocket, betrayal is heavy, death is heavy, eternity is an intolerable weight, eternity is a very long time).
Love this.
He should be happy, he should be the happiest man in all of creation at this moment.
This line, I think, sums up the whole fic (the whole episode). 'Should'. That word holds everything.
There is affection, despite everything, somewhere deep down, even for the city shining magnificently in the distance, both its good and its evil well hidden. There is still love, he knows, somewhere in his hearts, a place that is being blocked by this raw fury.
I like how you focus on his hate first... And then go back, saying no, wait, not quite. It feels very real, in the way layered emotions manifest bit by bit.
There will be no vengeance; but there might be justice.
Good distinction. Although I'd say when it comes to Rassilon... There may have been some vengeance.
He’ll leave it up to them; usually he isn’t the one to come in guns blazing, judge, jury and executioner after all. They tend to be experts.
Ouch. Harsh, but true.
There is a place where a kind stranger once comforted him when he was scared. It is okay to be afraid, it really is, don’t cry.
♥ ♥ ♥ Love, love, love how you tie it into 'Listen'.