pissing away their sobriety with an Italian bloke who did runs for the Russian mob and told amusing 'work'-related stories that Connor had a feeling he shouldn't be telling. Hee! Made me grin big goofy fond grin for Rocco (RIP).
There was a lot more darkness in the space of twenty-four hours. A lot more cold. The days weren't getting shorter so much as they were becoming one long day. In Connor's mind, the days merged together for want of milestones with which to separate them, and became one long dying twilight. Oh wow, just marvelous. I especially love the long dying twilight.
Murphy would watch Connor breathe long breaths, watch him touch his wounds with morbid curiosity, until Murphy seemed to reach some sort of breaking point where he would shove Connor down on the mattress and. Argh! *puts out fire in pants* Ow.
I can get used to this, Connor thought Hmmm. I love the take you have on the brothers McManus - it's quite unusual. It's not necessarily the most natural thing in the world for them. It's new, it's strange, it's awkward, it's something that has to be gotten used to. And the atmosphere of this fic is so.....melancholy....captured by the days of twilight imagery...bleakness....as the twins' world both literal and emotional slowly metamorphoses into a strangeness that is not necessarily good.
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pissing away their sobriety with an Italian bloke who did runs for the Russian mob and told amusing 'work'-related stories that Connor had a feeling he shouldn't be telling.
Hee! Made me grin big goofy fond grin for Rocco (RIP).
There was a lot more darkness in the space of twenty-four hours. A lot more cold. The days weren't getting shorter so much as they were becoming one long day. In Connor's mind, the days merged together for want of milestones with which to separate them, and became one long dying twilight.
Oh wow, just marvelous. I especially love the long dying twilight.
Murphy would watch Connor breathe long breaths, watch him touch his wounds with morbid curiosity, until Murphy seemed to reach some sort of breaking point where he would shove Connor down on the mattress and.
Argh!
*puts out fire in pants*
Ow.
I can get used to this, Connor thought
Hmmm.
I love the take you have on the brothers McManus - it's quite unusual. It's not necessarily the most natural thing in the world for them. It's new, it's strange, it's awkward, it's something that has to be gotten used to.
And the atmosphere of this fic is so.....melancholy....captured by the days of twilight imagery...bleakness....as the twins' world both literal and emotional slowly metamorphoses into a strangeness that is not necessarily good.