Jack aims his pistol at the middle head of a slave trader in Sector 11, and hears the echoes of Ianto's futile gunshots ringing out beside him.
This whole story hurts beautifully. This line espesh. And then Alice's segment got me teary. And Aazya's bit, more teary. And after that it just got embarrassing. The seeing of people, in the patterns. Fingerprints. I can't add to how gorgeous that is, the idea and your execution of it. I love your treatment of original characters and minor characters as equal in weight to very familiar and well-loved ones.
This is why I love this character, all this, right here.
Thank you for helping me clear out my sinuses. Omfg.
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timeasmymeasure
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Date: 2010-03-23 06:25 pm (UTC)This whole story hurts beautifully. This line espesh. And then Alice's segment got me teary. And Aazya's bit, more teary. And after that it just got embarrassing. The seeing of people, in the patterns. Fingerprints. I can't add to how gorgeous that is, the idea and your execution of it. I love your treatment of original characters and minor characters as equal in weight to very familiar and well-loved ones.
This is why I love this character, all this, right here.
Thank you for helping me clear out my sinuses. Omfg.