hondagirll pointed me here, and I'm so glad she did. This fic was so poignant and sweet and then unexpectedly (perfectly) wrenching. I love this pairing and I love what you did with them here even more. The way you write Olivia with such care is amazing. This part in particular got to me: The truth is, Olivia carries Peter with her like a scar. It snakes down her body, long and thin, the body's memory of a gash. Loving Peter leaves her marked — though if loving is the word to use, Olivia doesn't know. She thought she loved Frank, but she slept with Peter to survive. She tricked Peter with her body to survive. It doesn't really sound to her like she loves anyone. The child that sleeps in her apartment, wakes her at two in the morning begging for milk her body never learned to produce — Olivia doesn't even know if she loves him either. She knows that makes her a failure as a mother. She has heard it makes her a failure as a woman as well, though that particular train of logic has never been one Olivia formally identified with.
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Date: 2011-04-06 04:19 am (UTC)Gorgeous fic. <3