The prosecutor rises with “Do you love the defendant?” like love is a crime in itself, like a damnation, like a transgression, a new circle in hell reserved not for secret lovers but just for those who love. Isn’t there a song for this, lock me up and through away the key?
Absolutely brilliant, wonderfully written, poignant, and insightful. I can only say that this fic of yours, your writing style, and the wording in general is breathtaking--so much so I could go through each part of this fic & dig into all of its meanings and the thought process each part has induced. Yes, I'm gushing (which I do for one, maybe two writers), simply because this piece is awesome. Wow, so is this review long enough...? Anyway, thank you for this :)
One more lie never hurt anyone and he flinches, “No. Not anymore.”
He almost cracks, then.
There have been years of lies, but that is when he almost cracks.
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Date: 2008-03-20 10:38 pm (UTC)Absolutely brilliant, wonderfully written, poignant, and insightful. I can only say that this fic of yours, your writing style, and the wording in general is breathtaking--so much so I could go through each part of this fic & dig into all of its meanings and the thought process each part has induced. Yes, I'm gushing (which I do for one, maybe two writers), simply because this piece
is awesome. Wow, so is this review long enough...? Anyway, thank you for this :)
One more lie never hurt anyone and he flinches, “No. Not anymore.”
He almost cracks, then.
There have been years of lies, but that is when he almost cracks.
Beautiful.