This was simply stunning. Wow. Lyrical and beautiful and heartbreaking and so well written I'm sitting here in awe. You've captured Desmond and Charlie just perfectly.
I loved the drug parallel. That was really a brilliant twist on things, especially having Desmond musing on it.
This :
Sometimes Desmond wonders whether Charlie would write a song about everything that happened, were the flashes to stop and were they both to survive; he wonders if scattered lyrics go through his mind while Desmond’s hand is getting him off or when his tongue traces random patterns on Charlie’s chest. He wonders if the low moans of pleasure he forces out of Charlie’s lips have some pattern, if they’re a sort of rudimentary score; then again, it’s probably something Desmond imagines and Charlie would probably want to forget the whole flashes experience.
may very well be one of my favorite passages ever written in fic. I can't even really explain why this touched me so, but it certainly did. It was at the same time gorgeous, insightful, devastating and almost unbearably erotic. Just lovely.
And on a more amusing note, I found myself wondering what the heck it is about Desmond that so affects people when he - unconscious either from whisky or time-displacement-side-effects - slumps heavily against them.
In other words, I read this:
There are a couple of things Charlie can’t shake from his mind.
One is the feeling of Desmond’s body leaning heavily into his while he was carrying him back to the tent.
and my mouth literally fell open. Not long before I sat down to your wonderful story here, I wrote my own (not nearly as wonderful) fic all about Dan's inability to get the sensation of toting Desmond's unconscious body to the lab chair out of his thoughts (and dreams). Though, now that I think of it, it's not that odd, really ... I suppose I'd have trouble getting it off my mind if Desmond was draped over me, too. lol Anyway, that gave me a chuckle. : )
Thank you for writing this beautiful piece - it was a complete pleasure to read.
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Date: 2008-05-14 07:51 pm (UTC)I loved the drug parallel. That was really a brilliant twist on things, especially having Desmond musing on it.
This :
Sometimes Desmond wonders whether Charlie would write a song about everything that happened, were the flashes to stop and were they both to survive; he wonders if scattered lyrics go through his mind while Desmond’s hand is getting him off or when his tongue traces random patterns on Charlie’s chest. He wonders if the low moans of pleasure he forces out of Charlie’s lips have some pattern, if they’re a sort of rudimentary score; then again, it’s probably something Desmond imagines and Charlie would probably want to forget the whole flashes experience.
may very well be one of my favorite passages ever written in fic. I can't even really explain why this touched me so, but it certainly did. It was at the same time gorgeous, insightful, devastating and almost unbearably erotic. Just lovely.
And on a more amusing note, I found myself wondering what the heck it is about Desmond that so affects people when he - unconscious either from whisky or time-displacement-side-effects - slumps heavily against them.
In other words, I read this:
There are a couple of things Charlie can’t shake from his mind.
One is the feeling of Desmond’s body leaning heavily into his while he was carrying him back to the tent.
and my mouth literally fell open. Not long before I sat down to your wonderful story here, I wrote my own (not nearly as wonderful) fic all about Dan's inability to get the sensation of toting Desmond's unconscious body to the lab chair out of his thoughts (and dreams). Though, now that I think of it, it's not that odd, really ... I suppose I'd have trouble getting it off my mind if Desmond was draped over me, too. lol Anyway, that gave me a chuckle. : )
Thank you for writing this beautiful piece - it was a complete pleasure to read.