*barely breathing* This...this means there are more to come, doesn't it? You would not leave us stranded forever, would you? Gah. To my embarrassment, I couldn't help but yowl on and off while reading, the way proud pet owners insist are singing. Especially in sections where the beings' lust/need and Sam's own mesh and direct themselves so mercilessly at Dean... Again, I love the way you contrast what goth make-up offers for Sam and for Dean: what is a mask of fortitude for Sam bares what's carefully painted over and repressed in Dean. The earlier paragraph on what Sam sees in Dean's eye (fear, shame, hurt) hit me so hard I couldn't even yowl but stop breathing, literally. I am shamelessly in love with the way you torture Dean and tempt Sam. The way you create the ambiance just right to stage the whole damaging/revealing process between the brothers. (The ambiance where the intense mixture of deafening music, too many faceless bodies with aimless desires and excitement, blinding/distracting flashes of lights occasionally penetrating the shadows, altogether creates deceptive cocoon that make one feel invincible, untouchable, carefree, only to be disillusioned and feel emptied out after the magic's gone.) I sort of felt like being one of the creatures that can only thrive in such environment, feasting on others' lust and illusory satisfaction, whose whispers urge Sam on. (The lethargic sated bodies lying, longingly stretching toward the brothers give me chills, and also made me feel a bit ashamed.)
Deconstruction/disintegration not yet followed by re-construction: I can't imagine how so painfully intense and soul-draining/baring this is for Dean, not to mention violating. I am so very interested in how Sam will deal with Dean's rage and what fear/love/insecurity/self-loathing it masks. The added intrigue of what Sam is also makes me wonder what is to be revealed.
Thank you for the suspenseful, intriguingly beautiful and intense story. Please, please, please tell me that there will be more before too long?
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This...this means there are more to come, doesn't it? You would not leave us stranded forever, would you?
Gah.
To my embarrassment, I couldn't help but yowl on and off while reading, the way proud pet owners insist are singing. Especially in sections where the beings' lust/need and Sam's own mesh and direct themselves so mercilessly at Dean... Again, I love the way you contrast what goth make-up offers for Sam and for Dean: what is a mask of fortitude for Sam bares what's carefully painted over and repressed in Dean.
The earlier paragraph on what Sam sees in Dean's eye (fear, shame, hurt) hit me so hard I couldn't even yowl but stop breathing, literally.
I am shamelessly in love with the way you torture Dean and tempt Sam. The way you create the ambiance just right to stage the whole damaging/revealing process between the brothers. (The ambiance where the intense mixture of deafening music, too many faceless bodies with aimless desires and excitement, blinding/distracting flashes of lights occasionally penetrating the shadows, altogether creates deceptive cocoon that make one feel invincible, untouchable, carefree, only to be disillusioned and feel emptied out after the magic's gone.) I sort of felt like being one of the creatures that can only thrive in such environment, feasting on others' lust and illusory satisfaction, whose whispers urge Sam on. (The lethargic sated bodies lying, longingly stretching toward the brothers give me chills, and also made me feel a bit ashamed.)
Deconstruction/disintegration not yet followed by re-construction: I can't imagine how so painfully intense and soul-draining/baring this is for Dean, not to mention violating. I am so very interested in how Sam will deal with Dean's rage and what fear/love/insecurity/self-loathing it masks. The added intrigue of what Sam is also makes me wonder what is to be revealed.
Thank you for the suspenseful, intriguingly beautiful and intense story. Please, please, please tell me that there will be more before too long?