Are you trying to kill me? No, seriously? Because OMG & OW & AWWWWWW & YESYESYESTHIS.
A play-by-play (sorta):
He wouldn’t be able to say that she looked like springtime, either, but she can imagine, as she looks at his pale and still face, that his eyes are scrunching up in a smile.
Oh, BABY!ELLE. *SQUISH OF SAD!* I love that you wrote Elle as a kid, which would not be the easiest thing in the world, I don't think. But OMG you did it perfectly here. Jesus.
"DAPPLING" FTW! In fact, "dappling" + stained glass windows = Catholic OTP. Werd.
it’s an accomplishment for her just to be here, listening to this priest talk about resurrection and redemption when she no longer believes in either.
Oh, OW. That's a punch-to-the-gut setence, right there. GOOD JOB, YOU. And SOOOOO very Elle.
In other news, Ohhhhh. Myyyyyyyy. Gooooooood. The "murderer again" one is... my new personal canon for her. SO PERFECT. EVERY WORD. OMG.
And Elle telling people her parents are divorced -- WHERE DO YOU COME UP WITH THIS STUFF? And why didn't the writers? They should totally hire you. I mean, really.
How’d you get so smart, she asks him, and he must have caught some of the energy in the room too, because instead of giving her a lecture on eidetic memories and different methods of quantifying intelligence he quirks one corner of his mouth up into a half-smile and says that, well, he had help.
This? Is my favorite line ever of ALL Reid & Elle fics. EVER. ♥
she’ll never forgive Danny for those silent hours.
Um? *WIBBLE*
Also, holy mother of Jesus, the almost-rape is TOTALLY part of my personal canon now, AND SO SHOULD BE A PART OF CANON CANON. It makes SO much sense.
It seems strange that it’s so easy to love someone when bullets are about to fly.
And this is my favorite line in the entire fic. Totally made my eyeballs sweaty, instantly.
May I just say how much I love how you writer her with her brothers. For real, everything you're spinning here matches up perfectly, flawlessly with the Elle we got to see on the show. You've done such a brilliant job of filling in her past. Truly, this is Elle's history the way it should have been, and the way I'll think of it from now on. So much love. OH.
And another thing I have Massive Amounts of Love for? The way you tied everything together, linking later sections back to earlier ones, not to mention the way the entire fic was organized. I example:
The battle’s getting harder all the time – fighting takes too much thought, and effort, and if she thinks about it too long she could find out something she doesn’t want to know. She’s scared she’ll open the box one day and find out she’s been dead all along.
And the style you wrote it in, particularly your use of dialogue, made everything that much more, I dunno, poignant, maybe? Whatever. It hurt more, and was sadder and sweeter and just OMFG YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS I WEEP THAT ELLE IS GONE AND YOU CANNOT WRITE HER ON THE SHOW.
And one more thing. This:
Yet she thinks it must be noble, in some way, to give up the friendship and love she holds for these people without once looking back, to spare them the knowledge of how badly they failed her and how broken she really is.
I mean, really. Fuck.
Honestly, honestly, honestly, honestly, I have so much love for this there are scarcely words. Or, yanno, there are plenty, but none that are strong enough for me to feel like I'm making myself clear.
You are amazing. This is fantastic. DO THIS SOME MORE, K? Thanks. ♥♥♥
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A play-by-play (sorta):
He wouldn’t be able to say that she looked like springtime, either, but she can imagine, as she looks at his pale and still face, that his eyes are scrunching up in a smile.
Oh, BABY!ELLE. *SQUISH OF SAD!* I love that you wrote Elle as a kid, which would not be the easiest thing in the world, I don't think. But OMG you did it perfectly here. Jesus.
"DAPPLING" FTW! In fact, "dappling" + stained glass windows = Catholic OTP. Werd.
it’s an accomplishment for her just to be here, listening to this priest talk about resurrection and redemption when she no longer believes in either.
Oh, OW. That's a punch-to-the-gut setence, right there. GOOD JOB, YOU. And SOOOOO very Elle.
In other news, Ohhhhh. Myyyyyyyy. Gooooooood. The "murderer again" one is... my new personal canon for her. SO PERFECT. EVERY WORD. OMG.
And Elle telling people her parents are divorced -- WHERE DO YOU COME UP WITH THIS STUFF? And why didn't the writers? They should totally hire you. I mean, really.
How’d you get so smart, she asks him, and he must have caught some of the energy in the room too, because instead of giving her a lecture on eidetic memories and different methods of quantifying intelligence he quirks one corner of his mouth up into a half-smile and says that, well, he had help.
This? Is my favorite line ever of ALL Reid & Elle fics. EVER. ♥
she’ll never forgive Danny for those silent hours.
Um? *WIBBLE*
Also, holy mother of Jesus, the almost-rape is TOTALLY part of my personal canon now, AND SO SHOULD BE A PART OF CANON CANON. It makes SO much sense.
It seems strange that it’s so easy to love someone when bullets are about to fly.
And this is my favorite line in the entire fic. Totally made my eyeballs sweaty, instantly.
May I just say how much I love how you writer her with her brothers. For real, everything you're spinning here matches up perfectly, flawlessly with the Elle we got to see on the show. You've done such a brilliant job of filling in her past. Truly, this is Elle's history the way it should have been, and the way I'll think of it from now on. So much love. OH.
And another thing I have Massive Amounts of Love for? The way you tied everything together, linking later sections back to earlier ones, not to mention the way the entire fic was organized. I example:
The battle’s getting harder all the time – fighting takes too much thought, and effort, and if she thinks about it too long she could find out something she doesn’t want to know. She’s scared she’ll open the box one day and find out she’s been dead all along.
And the style you wrote it in, particularly your use of dialogue, made everything that much more, I dunno, poignant, maybe? Whatever. It hurt more, and was sadder and sweeter and just OMFG YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS I WEEP THAT ELLE IS GONE AND YOU CANNOT WRITE HER ON THE SHOW.
And one more thing. This:
Yet she thinks it must be noble, in some way, to give up the friendship and love she holds for these people without once looking back, to spare them the knowledge of how badly they failed her and how broken she really is.
I mean, really. Fuck.
Honestly, honestly, honestly, honestly, I have so much love for this there are scarcely words. Or, yanno, there are plenty, but none that are strong enough for me to feel like I'm making myself clear.
You are amazing. This is fantastic. DO THIS SOME MORE, K? Thanks. ♥♥♥